Brotherly Love

The kids were off in Osten's room playing this afternoon when Osten suddenly stuck his head into the hallway with the following announcement: "Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Marci just went poo-poo, and it was poo-poo and diarreka."

"Okay," I responded. "Does she need me to wipe her bottom?"

"No," he said. "I already did it."

Wow. Now that's what I call brotherly love! I can't wait to tell this story to them when they're in high school.