The scones came out of the oven and, despite doubling the amount of dirty dishes needing to be washed, I sat down happily to enjoy one. Then Ben came over to investigate.
"Mom? Bite? Mom? Me Bite?"
So I give him a bite.
"Mmmmm. That good. That good bite."
Then silence and a determined look.
"Ben, are you pooping?"
Sometimes being a mom means you eat your delicious homemade scone while your kid poops and begs for more of your scone.