Here's how it went down (yuck alert - if you're bothered by poop talk, skip the middle section):
Youngest is working on wiping his own bottom. He prefers to have someone present when he does this (moral support? encouragement?).
Last night, he calls me into the bathroom for the event. He asks me to help him get the toilet paper - he said he always rips it and likes how I fold it. Whatever. It's taken some work to get to this point so a little paper folding isn't a big deal to me.
He goes in for the wipe, and it gets stuck. At first he thinks it's funny. Without even a smirk on my lips, I say what I said. (I will admit, however, that it was pretty funny. The paper was dangling and swaying as he shook his booty back and forth in playful fun).
But then, when he realized that it was staying put, he mini-panicked. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and confused, and said, "It's not coming out!" Calmly, I instructed him to "just pull it out." He then reached back and gave the paper a little tug. It ripped. He looked up again, still concerned, and tried once more. This time it came out - although he wasn't quite convinced. He gave me one more pained look and asked, very sweetly, if I could check to make sure it was all out. Sure buddy. And as I checked the situation, he quietly whispered, "Thank you, mommy," and I just gave him a big hug. Well, as big as I could while he was still perched on the toilet and I was crouched down and over him.
Aah, I love when even the most mundane routines turn into memorable experiences!