Last Sunday started out as pretty much the perfect day for us. After church, we hit a local park for a couple of hours. Then we met Nana and Grampa at a restaurant for a leisurely lunch. By the time we got home, we were all ready for naps.
All of us except C, of course.
4 year olds simply don’t take naps. He was, however, content to play with the trains while J and I dozed on the couches. There’s something amazingly relaxing about dozing on a sunny day while listening to the little guy play with his trains. I can’t explain it. It just is.
The waking up wasn’t so great, however.
I woke up to see a conflict between C and his momma. He was hopping from foot to foot in front of her couch. “I’ve got to go potty! I’ve got to go potty!”
This is a clue as to how sleepy he was. He’s been going potty by himself for about a year now.
His momma was groggy also, but also in complete emergency mode: “Well, go! Go! Don’t wait! Go!”
“But Mommy…” He wailed.
She used her Voice of Command: “Go Now! Go!”
He crossed his legs and went.
I sat up, stretching. “Um. She meant ‘run to the potty,’ not ‘go on the floor.’” I volunteered.
He was on the edge of tears: “Oh”
Strangely, his momma still doesn’t seem to see the humor in this little misunderstanding.
Poor Momma…No sense of humor….alot like mine… lshis
well at least he didnt pee on his sisters leg, like someone I know! Tinkle Man, er Jr.