for him to step up and take responsibility for wiping his own tushy!
And that time for the Tank has arrived.
"Mom, you come in here?"
"Where is here?" I dare asked.
"I'm in the bathroom and I need you to wipe my butt."
I shouted back from my spot in the kitchen, "No, you need to do it yourself."
"Please!" The pleading began. "Please!" "Please!"
I walked over to the bathroom and explained to the Tank that he is a big boy and he needs to start wiping his own tushy. "You are starting big boy preschool next week. You're a big guy now. You can do it."
The tank responded without missing a beat, "I'm not going to big boy school, it's little boy school. So they can wipe my butt."
"Nope. Your teacher definitely will not be wiping your tushy."
In a nervous voice the Tank asked, "Will she watch me wipe my tushy?"
"Will she check my tushy to make sure all the poopies are gone?"
"Why? Who's going to make sure all my poopies are gone?"
I can't believe I am trying to reason with a three year old about wiping his own hiney.
And here was the only reason I could come up with, "Because your teacher wants nothing to do with you tushy."
Sound reasoning on my part, so I believed. But definitely not good enough for the Tank, whose ONLY fear about starting school is who is going to wipe his tushy for him.