Every day after school Ethan asks me if he can go out and ride his ATV.
Fear not, Mothers of the World. It’s not a real one, it’s a Pow-Pow-Power Wheels style ATV.
This afternoon, shortly after he began, he came running in the house.
“DARN IT!!!” He yelled, clearly frustrated. “I HAVE TO GO POOP!”
And he did. For a very long time. This is not unusual.
Upon emerging from the bathroom, he refastened his helmet and told me, “Life really sucks sometimes.”
“Why,” I asked. “Because you had to stop ATV-ing to poop?”
“Yep,” He said. “I gotta tell ya’.”