Yesterday morning,
I was scheduled to be in the church nursery
with my sister-in-law, Shannon.
When she said she couldn't make it,
Justin stepped in to help me out.
I was very impressed
with his helpfulness
as we put in a DVD,
let the kids color with crayons
(they ended up coloring on the table
more than on the paper,
thank goodness for wet wipes),
gave out goldfish crackers at snacktime,
and tried to keep the nursery
from becoming a huge mess of toys.
There was, however,
one particular moment
that made me laugh (and still does).

One little three year old boy
is completely potty trained,
except for the fact that
he needs help wiping
after going #2 on the potty.
As I held a very sad,
and very sleepy 15 month old,
the little three year old boy
ran up to me and announced
that he "had to go stinky."
I asked if he needed any help
and he said he didn't,
so off to the bathroom he went.
Shortly after the 15-month old
fell asleep in my arms,
the three year old yelled,
"I'M DONE!!!"
Justin looked at me,
and then down at the sleeping child
in my arms,
and then back up at me,
and said "Nope. Not Me. Nuh uh. I don't DO that."
I laughed, took the little one to the baby room
to lay him down in a crib,
and ran to the bathroom
to wipe the bottom
of the stinky little three year old.
***
Of course, that couldn't have been my hubby
who left me stranded like that
and expected me to be
in two places at once.
Nope, not him!
When we have little ones of our own,
I'm sure he will always step up
and wipe our babies' stinky bottoms
with a smile.
Of course, I'm only teasing...
he really is awesome with kids.
The man just knows his limits,
and I can't blame him for that.
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