Conall says "mommy I need help" probably a dozen or so times a day. As you can imagine, "help" doesn't have the true impact on me that the word usually carries.
So, when Conall yelled "mommy I need help" this afternoon, I didn't come running. I usually don't.
Me "Conall what do you need?"
Conall "I need your help"
Me "With what?"
Conall "Caitlin's poopy"
With the urgency with which Conall said this, I rushed into the living room. Conall was sitting on the floor dumping his shoe out like he had got something in it. Caitlin was climbing on the couch. Then, I saw it. Several dark, roundish things on the floor. I, of course horrified, said "Oh my gosh, what did you do Caitlin?" Stu came running. But, Caitlin still had her diaper on. I looked closer and realized that the roundish things were raisins. The kids had gotten into the raisins while I was in the other room talking to Stu. We nearly died laughing!
Caitlin was poopy and I changed her diaper. I still have no idea what was in Conall's shoe. The reason he really had yelled for my help was that Caitlin had climbed up on the couch and grabbed his juice box.
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