Mommie will do it

Last night our family room was converted into a pirate adventure.  We turned off all the lights, Brian made popcorn, and put in Pirates of the Carribean.  The movie was almost over when Abbey suddenly got her second wind and began playing again.  My mommie radar was off for the night so it didn't occur to me that she needed to go potty.  After Captain Jack Sparrow was ate by the crackin we turned off the movie to head to bed.  Brian reached down to pick up Abbey and she began her "mommie will do it" freak out.  This means usually one thing, and I was right, she had poohed.  Looking at Brian's face I could tell that his heart was a little crushed, I tried to get her to go to him.  She entered a level 5 tantrum, so I took her upstairs.  Sometimes it gets frustrating that the kids demand me for things like this.  Daddy always gets the "chase me" demand, while I get the poopy pants and juice demands.  Last week Charlie came in from playing with his scooter outside and told Brian he didn't have to put it away that "mommie always does it".  But this time for some reason, as I cleaned Abbey up, I found myself smiliing ear to ear.  It feels good to be needed, even if it is to wipe a booty.  Thats a fact of mommie hood that you can't really explain to non parents.