7:18 AM, Monday morning. Sleeping very soundly.
7:19AM, Caleb bounds in: MOMMY! I had to go poop!
Caleb: I had to go poop and I called you and called you and you didn’t come help me!
Caleb: And so I wiped all by myself! I did it!
Me: unh…good for you.
Caleb: I don’t know if I got it all but I got most of it, I’m pretty sure!
Me: You washed your hands?
Caleb: Yes! Because tomorrow is my birthday and I’m going to be six.
And with that he dashed out of the room, filled with joy about his accomplishment.
They grow up so fast, don’t they?