So the other day Evrett woke up from a much needed nap and went into the bathroom–this is part of our wake-up routine so I left him alone. Several minutes later when he had not emerged I knocked on the door and peeked in; there was Evrett, dutifully undressed, but not using the toilet. Instead he was laying on our bathmat sucking his thumb and holding his bear–buck nekked.
“What are you doing buddy? It’s time to go potty now.” No response.
“Evrett! you need to get up and go potty right now.” (much more sternly)
And then my 3 1/2 year old, who still sucks his thumb and sleeps with a ragged-y teddy bear answered without missing a beat, “Ok, Player.”
I have no clue where it came from, but apparently he’s now a teenager in training. And all I can think to say is “Really? really, really?” Which seems woefully inadequate somehow. Why are little kids so weird?