When "Got Your Back" Takes On A Whole New Meaning

 

A couple nights ago, one of my roommates was describing how he'd been out for the evening but was suddenly struck by a longing to be home hanging out with the rest of us... especially with my son (who turned THREE this past weekend, if you can believe it!). 

It made me smile, for reasons I'm sure you understand -- even though the financial and ecological benefits alone make living in community a brilliant idea, it's a much more rewarding experience when we're able to engage emotionally and socially rather than just fiscally. What's more, in an age where fewer and fewer children have even one good male role model in the home, mine have a whole host of them... and even if we didn't save a lot of money by living as we do, that would be benefit enough. But I digress...

In the middle of that conversation, my not-so-Little Man came in and climbed onto the roommate in question, who was lying on his stomach across the couch. My son lay down on his back like a baby monkey and gave him a big hug.

Then he sat up, pulled up the waistband of the unsuspecting roommate's shorts and underwear and peered in for a moment before announcing, "No poops!"