So I went in to get Jack up from his nap today and was greeted by a tell-tale smell in the nursery. I began to gird myself for a diaper clean-up. I look into the crib and Jack looks up at me and remarks "I have a tissue". I reply, "You sure do." And then I notice he is very purposefully wiping the tissue on his crib sheet. He says, "I'm just using my tissue to clean up this poop." Oh dear. Sure enough. He was very studiously wiping at a brown smudge on the sheet. OK. So I get him out of the crib. "Let's clean you up," I say. "It looks like you have some poop on your finger. And my perfect son replies: "Yes, this poop (pointing at his bum)...(pause)...(looks up and brandishes the kleenex)...Good thing I have a tissue!" And he carefully wiped off his own hand while I changed his bum. Laughing the whole time.
You know you're a mother when... this story is not gross at all, but rather makes you think your son is more adorable than ever!!
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