A Little Gift

Lately, we've been giving Jasper some space when he's taking a bath. Often, I just go into his room and lay out his clothes and his bed, while he's in there, as it's right next door.

The other night, Auntie W. was visiting from New York. Jen, Auntie and I were just chatting in Jasper's room when suddenly, we hear a distressed little cry from the next room.

-Papa? (in very sad little voice) I pooped.

I come rushing in to pick him up and get him dried off so I can clean the tub. As I reach into the tub for him, he hands me something. Instinctively, I take it. It's poop.

Sigh.

Note to self. Look at what the dude is giving you, dummy.