My baby was due in three weeks. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t get a nap. At three, John had given up naps. I locked all the doors and found King Kong on TV. I fixed him a tray of snacks and a drink. “You are a big boy. I’m going to take a nap while you watch King Kong. You can wake me up if you really need me but I’m so tired. Stay right here with me and try not to wake me up just talk about King Kong.”
“Okay, Mommy. I can watch King Kong by myself.” He answered. I stretched out on the sofa, hoping he’d be occupied for a while.
John patted my face. “Mommy, King Kong is scary.”
”Then turn it to cartoons.”
“But I want to see King Kong.”
”You can turn it off for a minute till the scary is over, then turn it back on.”
He turned King Kong off and on a few times. “Mommy, I have to potty.”
”You’re a big boy. Go by yourself..”
He was back from the bathroom in just a minute. I
I heard King Kong go off a few more times.
He asked me several questions. Finally, I sat up. I saw John’s bare butt in front of the television.and a half a dozen poops smushed into the carpet. “John! Where are you pants? Why didn’t you wipe your hiney? Look at this mess!”
”I couldn’t wipe my hiney. It had poop. It was yucky!”
That it was.
