B was asleep on the couch, and J was wandering around nakers, playing with random toys. J ran up to me suddenly: "Wipe! Wi-i-i-ipe!" Figuring he probably had a bit of an accident, I ask why he needs a wipe, and can he show me where? He just repeated, "wi-i-i-ipe!", and ran ahead of me to the bathroom. I get the requested wipe, and go over to the kitchen, where he was last playing, and see nothing.
"Where do you need a wipe? Can you show me?"
He just stands there. I hand him the wipe.
"Show me where you need it."
He takes the wipe.
"Wipe."
He holds the wipe up to his face, and takes several deep breaths.
"Min."
And then he runs away to play with a big smile on his face.
(Our wipes smell like spearmint.)
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