Reese and Jackson have stopped yelling, “can somebody wipe my butt” after the do their business. Great news, since that “somebody” is always me. Most of the time they do an adequate job wiping their own hineys. The occasional dingleberry in the bath is a minor inconvenience, considering the time I save not having to wipe their butts for them.
However, a new butt-wiping phenomenon has recently taken over our home. On more than one occasion, I’ve come face-to-face with this in the bathroom…
Yes, that is used toilet paper that has been wound back up on the roll.
Seriously. WTF? I can’t…I can’t believe this is my life.