Sleepy

William wanders out of his room.  It is late- 11 or 11:30 at night.  He sleepily wanders into the bathroom.  I get up to go assist.  William sleeps so deeply that when he gets up he sometimes has trouble waking up enough to....well let's just say get the job down well.  I go in the bathroom and find him bumping around with his eyes shut.  Typical.  I hug him to me and guide him toward the toilet.

"You don't have to help me with this anymore mom."

(a pause before my brain comprehends what he is telling me)

"What?"

"This.  I don't need help with this anymore mom."

 oh.  hmmm. really?

I help him wash his hands and shuffle him back to bed.  And I contemplate.  He might not actually need my help with this anymore.