This was the best part of the day.

Madison was singing karoke for Pennie and she had to take a bathroom break. Then she peeked her curly little head outside the bathroom door and said the words that Brett and I have come to dread, “Tushie wipe!”

Brett and I always wait to see who she calls before we make a move. We sit, poised on the edge of our chairs and then when she says, “Tushie wipe, Daddy!” I lean back and laugh and he grudgingly gets up to go wipe a tushie or vice versa. But this time, gentle readers, this time was different. This time Madison said, “Tushie wipe, Pennie!”

Ahh, yes! Open adoption has its privileges!!

Madison always says that like she’s conferring a great privilege. It reminds me of when Noah was about Madison’s age (and I’ve blogged this before and he tells this story a lot so you may have heard it). Brett and I took our time heading in after he called. He said, “What took you so long?” and Brett answered, “We were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who was coming in here.” and Noah said, “Oh, so you won, huh?”

Oh those crazy kids with the high self esteem!

I’m totally wiped out from work today and have some more to do tonight so I’m hitting publish and going back to my open word .doc.

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