As Xander nears age 11 I give him increasing responsibility in small bits. Just this past week he got more that he bargained for when I asked him to watch Clemmie for a few minutes while I drove to fetch Guy from karate class.
When I was only half way to the karate studio, I got the unhappy phone call from Xander that our little dear had a big loosey poopie in the diaper. The poor girl has been having some troubles in that department.
WELL, I tried to talk him into simply stripping her and putting her in the tub, in which case he could use a cup to splash warm water on her, and then let her bathe until I returned. Hardly any hands-on work required, right? He groaned as we hung up, so I thought she'd still be sticky/stinky/runny/messy when I got home.
But, much to my pleasure, he really had put her in the bath, hosed her down and then let her have some warm water to play in. He was sitting and watching, and much relieved when I got home. Good boy! He'll be a good babysitter soon, and a good dad some day, too.
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