Nathan had a rough afternoon/evening. It was started by his two neighborhood pals departing for gymnastics and why couldn’t he goooooo? From there every little thing that didn’t go his way was a huge trauma.

After dinner I went upstairs to bathe Kiki and Nathan was going to the bathroom downstairs. I heard some discussing, Nathan starting to scream 2-year-old-tantrum-style, PC telling Nathan to go upstairs- that he was going to bed, and then Nathan running into the bathroom all red faced and snotty. I asked him what was wrong and he told me “but I wanted yooooou to wiiiiipe my buuuuuuutt.”

Yes, you heard it here first. Nathan totally lost it because he had his butt wiped by the wrong person. Oh the injustice.

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