A few months back, Brayden broke his arm. We had to make some adjustments to help him navigate through everyday activities. One of the first nights he had a broken arm, he had to go to the restroom--a number 2 if you will. Here is the conversation that ensued:
Brayden: "Daddy, come wipe me!!!"
Me: "Brayden you can wipe yourself."
Brayden: "No I can't, I have a broken arm."
Riley: "Ooooohhh man...good one Brayden!"
Now they are ganging up on me.
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