After an afternoon of frustration (yet another potty-training fiasco), Matthew had spent a good amount of quality time in his bedroom. (I like to make him stay in there for as at least as long as it takes the odor to fade -- today's event required an extensive stay even with the window open.)
Anyhow, he had been testing the boundaries of his confinement by increasing the distance of his trips outside his room. Eventually, he came to me asking if he could join his sisters outside. Here's the conversation that followed:
Me: "Dude, I don't think you've spent enough time in your room."
Matthew: "Mommy," he says in a very serious tone. "I need you to be nice to me."
Me: Looking at him, incredulous.
Matthew: "What you need to do is have a deep, deep, deep breath ... like this." At this point, he patiently demonstrates breathing in through his nose and blowing it out of his mouth.
Matthew: "See Mommy? Have a deep, deep, deep, deep, deep breath ... That will make you feel better," he says encouragingly.
Me: "Wow. Gee, thanks, Matthew."
It's the least he could do, don't you think? Having sent me into a fit of frustrated cursing not 30 minutes before? No wonder he loves Daddy more -- of course, he never poops in his pants on Daddy's watch.
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How did he get so much Brad in him? That's a weeeeeee bit frightening at his age. Sorry, Brad -- love ya!
ok where have you been hiding your blog???
yeah!!! i am so glad that you commented on mine so that i could find yours.
it may be something that you come to regret because i will make comments alot :)
ps i can't believe how big that your kids are! and darling ofcourse.....
Tiffany! This is your cousin Steph. So excited to see that you have a blog! Your family is so beautiful -- and growing! I love the stories about your kids. Take care and hope to read more about you soon.
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