Bathroom break, please??

Moms of littles, you know how it is.

You’ve gotta go!

But with little ones needing your care, there is no time. Finally, you can’t wait any longer.

That was me this morning, sprinting up the stairs (why don’t they put bathrooms on the main floor in these rowhomes??), as I called to Mara, “Watch Carissa! Make sure she doesn’t climb the stairs or get the knives off the table!”

I had hardly got into the bathroom, when the door opened. It was Carissa! Ahhhhh!!

“How did you get up here?!” I exclaimed, wondering what had become of her 4-year-old babysitter.

All of a sudden, Micah appeared behind her. “I walked behind her the whole way!” he beamed proudly.

I was so relieved (although if she had fallen, she likely would have taken her 3-year-old brother down the stairs with her).

“Were you looking out for your sister?” I asked him, so pleased.

His eyes absolutely lit up. It was obvious that he sensed that this was his moment. He was the hero.

“Yeth!” he exclaimed. “I was looking out for her! I was the big buh-dult [adult].” For some reason, he likes to add consonants to words that begin with vowels, as in “I’m going to puh-ttach my sword to my bat and make a two-blade!”

In any case, I’m so glad there’s another buh-dult around here for those times when Mommy needs to use the bathroom.