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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.