The good news is that he's recently shown an interest in using the potty. Coolnesss. So last night, Ike decided to use the potty, took off his diaper (his only clothes at the moment) and proceeded to take a seat on the throne. Now I don't know if he pooped or if there was some in the diaper, but either way, his butt needed wiping. So I'm sitting in the dining room, watching Joe struggle with a naked Ike in my kitchen, vainly trying to get Ike's butt cleaned up. Ike's giggling, Joe's bellowing, I'm rolling my eyes, trying not to laugh.
Which I managed very well until:
Ike spread his legs, bent over, and presented his butt to his father. Talk about a new definition for bend and spread 'em. I snort. Ike looks at me between his legs and gives me the cutest smirk. Its the "Look at me Ma, ain't I cute?" smirk. I start to giggle silently, but uncontrolably.
This is one of moments that defines why I wanted to be a mom. Is there any better source of laughter than your children?