My best friend Leigh and I were on the phone a couple of nights ago planning upcoming weekends with the kids at one another’s house for the summer. We began laughing about something that happened a couple of years ago when she and her daughter, Olivia, came to spend the night.
My older son, then almost 5, had gone to the bathroom, and I didn’t see Olivia.
I tapped on the bathroom door and opened it slightly to make sure my son was okay, as he’d been in there for a while. “Where’s Olivia, buddy?”
“Oh, she’s in the playroom eating popcorn,” he replied. “I remembered how you told me that when guests are over, you ask them what they want to do. So I asked her what she wanted to do while I pooped, and she said eat popcorn.”