Tonight I enjoyed playing word games with you on my iPad. I loved that you ate every bite of your dinner, and kept your father and I laughing thru the whole meal by doing your eyebrow raise and saying funny things.
I love that when I tried working with you on your “c” sounds, you strongly came back at me with the confident “t” sound. I would said, “Car, K-K-K Car.” You proudly responded, “Tar, Mama. I said it, Tar!”
I love that when you announced you had to poop and you headed off to the bathroom to go, I asked you to call me when you were ready to be wiped. You responded to my request with, “That’s a great idea, Mama.”
Son, I love you so much, I really do. But when you fake cried for 15 minutes because I flushed the potty after your poop session, and you LOST it because YOU wanted to flush down your poops…there are no words to describe those feelings.
Consider this your notice. I will NEVER flush your poops again. You can be the only one in charge of that.
Your loving Mama