The Hiney Boys

I know. That's an alluring title, isn't it? I couldn't help it. Since my last post (about an hour ago), I have been called into the boys' bedroom twice. Both times, it sounded completely emergent:

Time #1 (Kirby): "Mom...Mom...MOMMY!" "What Kirby?", I asked. "Mommy, I just wanted you to come in because my hiney really itches and I wiped it perfect." "Well Kirby", I responded "that sounds like a personal problem. If you wiped perfectly, there's really nothing I can do."

Time #2 (Connor - Kirby was asleep by this point): "Dad...Dad...DADDY!" I ran into the room, because I'm studying in my office right next to it. "What do you need Connor?" "Well, I just want to tell Daddy that my hiney hurts." "What kind of hurt Connor?" (probably a question I shouldn't have asked). "Well, when you wiped, you got it right in the hole, but it still hurts." I offered to do a quick once-over to make sure everything was okay down there, he took me up on it, and then went back to bed, perfectly content.

I know there's a point when these boys will become too embarrassed to include me on personal hygiene issues...when will that be? Because right now, I've been wiping hineys for about three years straight, and I could use a little break!