Sure, my kids are potty trained… Trained to ask me to wipe their ass two mouthfuls into whatever meal I’m eating.
Boy, how I wish people remembered their early childhood. I think they’d be nicer to their parents if they remembered all the disgusting things that happened when they were babies.
When my daughter swears at me and tells me to get out of her room in her teens, I wish she remembered the time she was a baby and diarrhea came bubbling out of her diaper and spilled all over me. Maybe then, she’d start every day with an “I love you, Dad.”