I'm (insert name of evasive activity here)
Carlos' new thing is words to avoid bedtime. Well, if it's *his* bed. If it's ours, he's much more willing to go.
"I'm eating."
"I'm drawing"
"I'm chewing"
"I'm drinking"
are just a few of the phrases he's using. Tonight, knowing he had a crayon in his hand when he went to bed and hearing suspicious marking-sounds on the adjoining wall, I went in and asked if he was coloring on the wall. He said no. I asked if I turned on a light, would I see coloring. He didn't reply. I didn't feel like pushing it, so I said, "Let's just put your crayon up here, OK?" and he handed it right over. Fast-forward about 5 more minutes. More scribbling sounds on the wall. I prepare to go in breathing irate mommy fire. Hrm, crayon is still where I left it. He's lying down. "Carlos? What are you doing?" "I'm sleeping!" Oh. Well, put me in my place! I apologized and left the room.
My son, the budding comedian.
"I'm eating."
"I'm drawing"
"I'm chewing"
"I'm drinking"
are just a few of the phrases he's using. Tonight, knowing he had a crayon in his hand when he went to bed and hearing suspicious marking-sounds on the adjoining wall, I went in and asked if he was coloring on the wall. He said no. I asked if I turned on a light, would I see coloring. He didn't reply. I didn't feel like pushing it, so I said, "Let's just put your crayon up here, OK?" and he handed it right over. Fast-forward about 5 more minutes. More scribbling sounds on the wall. I prepare to go in breathing irate mommy fire. Hrm, crayon is still where I left it. He's lying down. "Carlos? What are you doing?" "I'm sleeping!" Oh. Well, put me in my place! I apologized and left the room.
My son, the budding comedian.