It is a usual occurrence at the dinner table for one (if not more) child(ren) to jump up and yell "I gotta go potty"... and then scamper off to the bathroom. On this particular night, Mary had run in and a short while later yelled that she needed wiping. We have begun the process of having them try to wipe themselves, since Mom will NOT be around in school to help them with this, um, necessary task. So, I responded to Mary that she needed to wipe herself... Mary, distraught at the thought, requested help again, and I sternly told her she needed to work on this herself. But, to Mary's shock, Mateo ran over to the bathroom and yelled, "I'll wipe you, sister!"
Only a loving brother would offer to do so.
And only a sensitive sister would decline such an offer.
