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Me: “Owl, I have to use the potty. Do you want to come upstairs with me, or stay here and play with your cars?”
Owl: “Play with cars!”
Me: “Okay, I’ll be back in a minute”.
Just as I flush the toilet, I hear an outburst of wailing from downstairs. I rush down expecting to find him hurt. He is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, still wailing miserably.
Me: “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Owl: “No…”
Me: “What happened?”
Owl: “THIS happened!”
He gestures dramatically to his pyjamas, and as I approach I see that an epic sneeze has sent a long string of snot across his face and all down his pyjamas, right down to his navel.
I got him a Kleenex and peace was restored.
I wonder what it’s like to be so helpless you can’t even reach the Kleenex when you need it.
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