He's four. Five in September. He's my baby.
In a post bath-time snuggle on the couch, we had a little chat about Kindy he attended that day. There wasn't an awful lot of information. Boys. They start early I tell ya.
He offered a little gem of information in passing, as he left to play with lego and scatter them to the four winds.
He wiped his own bum at kindy.
Please take a moment to reflect on what an important milestone we have reached.
Actually, I have a feeling the little sod has been MORE than able to do this task for sometime, but just likes to yell at the top of his lungs from the toilet for me to come and do said bum wiping.
I probably should be sad that he is getting to be a Big Boy. But mostly I am so.very.pleased. Or I was, until yesterday (the day after kindy) he yelled again from the toilet. I think I am being had.
My baby boy.