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?
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