The words every mother is longing to hear. We just finished a game of Pokémon (in which he wailed on me with Pikachu’s 50 HP Volt Tackle…) and he said, “I have to go to the bathroom…”
I picked up my laptop to poke around on the internet, check my email, and then he makes his diarrhea announcement. Up I go, to help take care of the mess… and I hear these words in my head:
“Moms can take care of things that would make the Roto-Rooter man gag…”
It’s true. It really is.
Speaking of Pikachu… here’s a photo from Halloween:
(I love my Ash hat.)