I heard a familiar cry coming from the bathroom. My three-year-old was yelling, “Mooooommmmmyyyy, I poooo-oooooped!”
My three favorite words.
As I was coming down the hallway, I heard a chuckle. As I rounded the doorway, she started all-out laughing. She was standing with her back to me, bent over, dirty bum high in the air. The laughing made her bottom shake. Such a pleasant sight. What a silly little girl.
People who don’t have kids think the bottom-wiping ends when the diaper stage is over. How wrong they are. It only gets better. But don’t worry, concerned parents, I am doing my best to train her to wipe herself. I know she’s gotten good at washing her hands; therefore, the time has come.
In other news, which is also stinky, two great men left the world today: a man named Deacon Ken Finn, who was very holy and whom I was honored to have baptize my third child (yep, the one in the above story), and my grandfather, Captain Harry Heckel, who was 10 days shy of 98. Not a bad lifespan there. He was famous in the boating world for being the oldest man to sail around the world by himself. He did this going one direction at age 78, and then the other at 89. You can read more about it in his travel memoir, Around the World in 80 Years—The Oldest Man to Sail Alone Around the World—Twice! co-written by my mother. May both men rest in peace.