Guilty pleasure: I'm still in bed.
I hear two sets of small feet hit the floor and pitter-pat to the bathroom.
Conversation ensues.
Morgan: No, Coever, no! I'm going potty first.
Coever (tears in her voice): It's my turn to go potty! I have to go-o-o-o!
Morgan: You have to take off your pull up and I'm already on the potty.
More feet pattering around and the slam of the trash can lid.
Coever: Hey! I know! We can use the potty together!
Morgan: Um, okay.
*silence*
Coever: Morgan, will you wipe me?
When I told Morgan that there would be times, as outlined in her job description as big sister, she would need to lend a hand to her sister. I don't think this is what either of us had in mind.
Tell me about it. Mine were taking each other's temperature the other day...I'll let you guess where. If they don't both end up in therapy at some point, I'll be surprised.
ReplyDeleteLMAO! Classic....
ReplyDeleteI can see this whole scene unfolding! Kendall, that's scary!
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