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.<\/p>\n
All of us except C, of course. <\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
The waking up wasn’t so great, however.<\/p>\n
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!”<\/p>\n
This is a clue as to how sleepy he was. He’s been going potty by himself for about a year now.<\/p>\n
His momma was groggy also, but also in complete emergency mode: “Well, go! Go! Don’t wait! Go!”<\/p>\n
“But Mommy…” He wailed.<\/p>\n
She used her Voice of Command: “Go Now! Go!”<\/p>\n
He crossed his legs and went.<\/p>\n
I sat up, stretching. “Um. She meant ‘run to the potty,’ not ‘go on the floor.’” I volunteered. <\/p>\n
He was on the edge of tears: “Oh”<\/p>\n
Strangely, his momma still doesn’t seem to see the humor in this little misunderstanding.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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