#3 number 2

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Blessings #s 1, 2, and 4 are outside playing. B#5 is napping upstairs. B#3 is contentedly playing wooden trains in the living room. I am in the family room, folding a family-size serving of laundry. It is quiet. I am enjoying the peacefulness… and, honestly, I have actually been enjoying folding the laundry!

In the quietness, I hear footsteps in the entryway, slowly coming around the corner. B#3 is standing there, hands behind his back, looking like he’s got something on his mind.

Monkey Moma: What’s up, bud?
B#3: Moma…. Do you know why my hands are in my pants?
MM: Does your bottom hurt?
B#3: No…….
MM: Do you need to go potty?
B#3: No-oooo…
MM: Well, what’s wrong?
B#3: Well….. uh…. When I was playing trains, I, uh… well, I thought I needed to toot. But when I tooted, it wasn’t really a toot. It was a toot-poopie. I’ve got toot-poops in my unders.
MM: Oh… I see…
B#3: Did you know that, Moma? That’s why they’re called toot-poops. ‘Cause you think you gotta toot, but really what comes out is poop.

Back to the laundry…

Now I hear a squabble in the backyard. I hear the baby waking up.

I sure hope I get to the bottom of this pile before dinnertime.

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