Libby to me: "Mom, I'm about to go poop and I'm gonna need you to wipe my bum when I'm done."
Me: "Ok Libby. Let me know when you are ready."
Libby (while pointing her finger at me): "Mom, I don't want to have to call your name more than once when I'm done going poop. When I call your name, you come."
End of conversation. Chew on that one for awhile, k?