Expect the unexpected

The other day, I was getting ready in my bedroom, when my almost-five-year-old son came charging through, yelling his daily line:

"MOMMY! I have to go poopy! Can you wipe me when I'm done??!!!!!"

After I replied that of course I could, there were a few moments of silence while I waited for the next directive, "WIPE!!!!!".

Instead of hearing his order to wipe, my son says from the bathroom, oh-so-sweetly:

"Mom? I love you more than chocolate cake!"