So very very early one morning, Miss Summer appears at my bedside.
“Can you help me go to the potty?” she asks.
“Ok honey,” I say groggily as I propel myself out of bed and onto the cold wooden floor.
I follow her into the bathroom and then try to help her onto to the toilet.
“I want to do it myself!” she insists.
Then I try to wipe her.
“I want to do it myself!!” she adamantly proclaims.
Right. Got it.
And then I try to help her pull up her pajamas.
“I WANT TO DO IT MYSELF!!!”
“Summer, honey, why exactly am I here?” I ask.
“I need you to tuck me back in to bed.”
Ahh… I see.
So that’s what I did.
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