Diapers and revenge
When my children were potty training they would yell from the bathroom “I am done. Come wipe my butt.”
My wife and I would play rock paper scissors to elect the butt wiper. When I would lose she would smile. And when I won I would smile. It was love pure and simple.
Now as I get older I now realize that there will be a time when I will be in need of bathroom assistance.
I do not look forward to the day that I have to yell, “I am done come wipe my butt.” But will they smile?