Not Me My Spouse Monday

Yesterday morning,

I was scheduled to be in the church nursery

with my sister-in-law, Shannon.

When she said she couldn't make it,

Justin stepped in to help me out.

I was very impressed

with his helpfulness

as we put in a DVD,

let the kids color with crayons

(they ended up coloring on the table

more than on the paper,

thank goodness for wet wipes),

gave out goldfish crackers at snacktime,

and tried to keep the nursery

from becoming a huge mess of toys.

There was, however,

one particular moment

that made me laugh (and still does).

One little three year old boy

is completely potty trained,

except for the fact that

he needs help wiping

after going #2 on the potty.

As I held a very sad,

and very sleepy 15 month old,

the little three year old boy

ran up to me and announced

that he "had to go stinky."

I asked if he needed any help

and he said he didn't,

so off to the bathroom he went.

Shortly after the 15-month old

fell asleep in my arms,

the three year old yelled,

"I'M DONE!!!"

Justin looked at me,

and then down at the sleeping child

in my arms,

and then back up at me,

and said "Nope. Not Me. Nuh uh. I don't DO that."

I laughed, took the little one to the baby room

to lay him down in a crib,

and ran to the bathroom

to wipe the bottom

of the stinky little three year old.

***

Of course, that couldn't have been my hubby

who left me stranded like that

and expected me to be

in two places at once.

Nope, not him!

When we have little ones of our own,

I'm sure he will always step up

and wipe our babies' stinky bottoms

with a smile.

Of course, I'm only teasing...

he really is awesome with kids.

The man just knows his limits,

and I can't blame him for that.