This is one of the benefits that Willamette University provides. But based on Rachel's behavior tonight I wonder if I'll need it.
In the park, after I wiped her face and hands clean when she demolished a bag of trail mix, she took the wipe and announced she wanted to clean Mommy's shoes. She wiped my legs and my sandals.
Then, at home, she insisted on taking my sandals off and putting them in her drawer. Then she put on my slippers and tried to get me to wear her crocs, which I couldn't fit into. She can now walk around in my slippers.
If she sees me yawn or wipe my face, she'll say, "Mommy tired?"
It looks like I will be taken care of in old age, after all.
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