Me: So you’ve just given up. You’re never going to even try to wipe you’re own butt? When you are forty, I’ll be seventy-three. You’re not going to want that.
Him: When I’m a grown-up, like a grandpa, there won’t be anyone to wipe my bum.
Me: No.
Him: So I’ll have to sit on the toilet the rest of my life until I die.
