I went to workout yesterday evening with Little Man in tow. (The Jazzercise center I attend offers babysitting services during the evening class I was heading to.) They usually have a high school girl in the evenings serving as babysitter. Little Man brought our portable DVD player and a Star Wars disk-Episode IV "A New Hope". (I'd like to think I'm doing my part to raise a proper geek. He likes the Harry Potter movies too. I'm hoping by the time he is 10 he will be a Monty Python fan.) He also brought a slew of toys. He was set.
I started my workout, parking myself right up in front of the instructor's stage as I normally do. At some point, apparently Little Man needed to use the rest room. The babysitter asked him if he needed help, but he told her he could do it himself. Then he changed his mind. He came out of the bathroom, stark naked, standing on the side of the room looking for me. I didn't see him because I was up front and he was further back, off to the side. As it happens one of the class managers did. She approached him and asked if he needed any help. (I don't know how on earth she didn't completely bust out laughing, because surely I would have!) Anyways, Little Man stuck out his butt and said, "Can you wipe my hiney?"
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