Thursday, November 19, 2009

Three Reasons Why My Son Lived to See Another Day

Joshua has been, shall we say, nap resistant for the past little while. I put him down for a nap and, regardless of how exhausted he obviously is, he gets back up and visits me in my office while I'm working. I discovered today that he actually enjoys the part where I chase him back to his room, even though I'm usually yelling at him all the way. This time I toned down the yelling--like I didn't at all--but I took my anger out on his door when I slammed it shut. But, of course, back he came. It's a wonder he lived, but he did. Here's why:
  1. I put myself in time out. Oh yes I did. I locked the door to my room and decided I didn't care what he did. Turns out he played with Legos. And I calmed down.
  2. When I finally opened the door, he came in my room, folded his clean underwear, and put it in his drawer. All without being asked to do so. And I smiled a little bit.
  3. He came back, stood in front of me, and indicated that he needed to use the potty. I said, "Do you need to use the potty?" And he said, "Nope. I'm just touchin' my penis." Except that he said with drawl, so it sounded like, "Nope. I'm just touchin' mah pay-nis." And I laughed.
And he lived.

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