Sunday Morning. 7:56am.

Guilty pleasure: I’m still in bed.

I hear two sets of small feet hit the floor and pitter-pat to the bathroom.

Conversation ensues.

Morgan: No, Coever, no! I’m going potty first.

Coever (tears in her voice): It’s my turn to go potty! I have to go-o-o-o!

Morgan: You have to take off your pull up and I’m already on the potty.

More feet pattering around and the slam of the trash can lid.

Coever: Hey! I know! We can use the potty together!

Morgan: Um, okay.

*silence*

Coever: Morgan, will you wipe me?

When I told Morgan that there would be times, as outlined in her job description as big sister, she would need to lend a hand to her sister.  I don’t think this is what either of us had in mind.