She sets the timer for 8 minutes.
He hears, go upstairs.
So, he does.
He wanders into the bathroom and looks around.
He decides to brush his teeth.
He carefully smears the toothpaste on
Then puts the toothbrush and the glob of toothpaste in his mouth.
Resulting in a pile of toothpaste in the sink. Stuck to the side.
Happy with his fresh breath and sparkling teeth, he wonders into his room.
Thinking he'd like to please his mama, he takes off his pull-up and puts on underwear.
His pull-up lays abondoned on the floor.
Then he sees some legos.
And lays down to build them.
In his underwear and pajama shirt.
His mama calls sweetly in a sing-song voice up the stairs "So-on, what are you doing?!"
He yells "I have to poop!"
Alarmed and sighing to herself, she starts up the stairs and goes into his room, flinching, wondering what might be awaiting her.
She sees that little boy laying on his stomach, in his underwear and pajama shirt building legos.
She says "Well, go poopy!"
She walks back downstairs to check the rest of the kids.
She hears him yell "DAD!"
And thinks, "Phew, I don't have to wipe him!"
25 minutes after she sent him upstairs to brush his teeth and put on underwear, he comes downstairs.
Still in his pajama shirt and underwear.