Strange evening
EM Jr threw a wicked temper tantrum this evening when Mr Macaroni insisted he use the potty. I was downstairs cooking, but reached a stopping point and, sensing Mr Macaroni needed a break, took over with the boy.
Once he had calmed down, I tried to coax him into following the program: sit for a mere 3 minutes on the toilet before enjoying his delicious dinner and the delights of his toy chest. No joy. I then told him that it was either that or bedtime.
To my surprise, he tamely retired to his bedroom, put on his pjs and went to bed. To my greater surprise, he went to sleep without any fuss or mischief.
Huh. I guess he needed the sleep, but I am now officially the mother who sent her son to bed without his supper!
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