Me: Harper, can you wipe yourself?
Harper: MOMMMMY! I need you. I need toliet paper.
Me: Harper, I am right here, what do you need?
Harper: I need toliet paper.
Me: It's right there.
Harper: Mom, you do it.
Me: You do it.
Harper: I am going to fall in. You do it.
And I cave. She has to get this before she goes to kindergarten, right?
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