My son Racer is four. He can wipe his own butt, but demands that some one do it for him. And by demand, I mean he screams from the second floor for some one to come and clean his keister.
It’s become a family joke. We’ve tried to get Hunter to take on the task as part of his weekly chores ($5 a week to wipe your brother’s buttocks!), but despite his addiction to Pokemon, he refuses to decontaminate Racer’s derrière. 9 times out of 10 the task falls to me to fix his fanny. Finally I decided to immortalize the ritual for you to enjoy.