I don't understand
So this morning Michael comes downstairs at his usual hour of 6 am. I tried really hard to get him to go back to sleep and was most unsuccessful. I finally gave up and started my morning devotions. Michael sort of lies quietly beside me for about 5 minutes and then suddenly bolts straight up.
"I've got to go poo-poo."
"OK, take yourself potty."
He slides off the bed and toddles into the bathroom. I soon hear the appropriate sounds.
"Momma, I'm ALL DONE," he announces happily.
I slowly get up and wonder into the bathroom to help him off the toilet. He announces proudly he's made "BIG poo-poo." I agree and flush the toilet.
"NOOOO, Mommy. I wanted to flush MY BIG poo-poo."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to flush it (I truly did it automatically)," I say repentingly.
"Oh no, mommy, I'm supposed to flush my poo-poo. Mommy is NOT to flush my poo-poo." Michael is clearly unhappy and starts crying uncontrollably.
I once more, calmly state that mommy didn't mean to flush his poo-poo and that next time I will remember to let him flush.
The crying gets louder and the son gets back onto the potty.
"I'm going to try and do another big poo-poo so I can flush it!"
I decide to ignore him and crawl back into bed to resume devotions.
Pretty soon he announces he's "done."
I help him off the potty and he peers anxiously into the depths of the bowel. I let him flush the potty and head back to resume devotions. But not for long. Suddenly the sobs start again at the volume of a fast approaching fire engine.
"Mommy, (sob, sob) I didn't have anymore BIG poo-poo, only LITTLE poo-poo and I wanted to flush BIG poo-poo. Boo-hoo-hoo."
No amount of explanation, he was inconsolable and finally had to be sent up to his room to calm down. Eventually the sobs subsided and permission was granted to return downstairs.
While he was absent, Amy had crawled into bed and was cuddled next to me. Michael wanted her place.
"No Michael," I stated. You were sent upstairs and Amy is now sleeping here. You can go to the other side of the bed.
"But Mommy, I LOVE you and I want to be BESIDE you." Tears seemed imminent.
"Really?" I responded. "I'm so glad you SAY you love me but you haven't been SHOWING mommy very much love the last few minutes."
He thought about it for a minute and then said.
"Yes, mommy. I was crying. But I FORGIVE you now."
"I've got to go poo-poo."
"OK, take yourself potty."
He slides off the bed and toddles into the bathroom. I soon hear the appropriate sounds.
"Momma, I'm ALL DONE," he announces happily.
I slowly get up and wonder into the bathroom to help him off the toilet. He announces proudly he's made "BIG poo-poo." I agree and flush the toilet.
"NOOOO, Mommy. I wanted to flush MY BIG poo-poo."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to flush it (I truly did it automatically)," I say repentingly.
"Oh no, mommy, I'm supposed to flush my poo-poo. Mommy is NOT to flush my poo-poo." Michael is clearly unhappy and starts crying uncontrollably.
I once more, calmly state that mommy didn't mean to flush his poo-poo and that next time I will remember to let him flush.
The crying gets louder and the son gets back onto the potty.
"I'm going to try and do another big poo-poo so I can flush it!"
I decide to ignore him and crawl back into bed to resume devotions.
Pretty soon he announces he's "done."
I help him off the potty and he peers anxiously into the depths of the bowel. I let him flush the potty and head back to resume devotions. But not for long. Suddenly the sobs start again at the volume of a fast approaching fire engine.
"Mommy, (sob, sob) I didn't have anymore BIG poo-poo, only LITTLE poo-poo and I wanted to flush BIG poo-poo. Boo-hoo-hoo."
No amount of explanation, he was inconsolable and finally had to be sent up to his room to calm down. Eventually the sobs subsided and permission was granted to return downstairs.
While he was absent, Amy had crawled into bed and was cuddled next to me. Michael wanted her place.
"No Michael," I stated. You were sent upstairs and Amy is now sleeping here. You can go to the other side of the bed.
"But Mommy, I LOVE you and I want to be BESIDE you." Tears seemed imminent.
"Really?" I responded. "I'm so glad you SAY you love me but you haven't been SHOWING mommy very much love the last few minutes."
He thought about it for a minute and then said.
"Yes, mommy. I was crying. But I FORGIVE you now."
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