A little three year old boy is sitting on the toilet. His mother thinks he has been in there too long, so she goes in to see what's up. The little boy is sitting on the toilet reading a book. But about every ten seconds or so he puts the book down, grips onto to the toilet seat with his left hand and hits himself on top of the head with his right hand. His mother says, “Billy, are you all right? You've been in here for a while…”

Billy says, “I'm fine, Mommy…i just haven't gone

'doody' yet."

Mother says, “ Okay, you can stay here a few more minutes. But, Billy, why are you hitting yourself on the head?"

Billy says, “ Works for ketchup."

My mother told me the story many years ago about when I was a tot + was through, I would call out, + wait for her to wipe my butt. She told me that one day, you will be in school + the teacher won't wipe your butt. She says that I looked at her in that quisicle way of small children + said, "You mean the teacher wouldn't want to wipe my butt?"