Yesterday evening Ethan endured two time outs and a five-minute standoff in the kitchen because he refused to throw away the wet diaper he took off and dropped in front of the trash can.
His new favorite phrase—one he loves even more than the bewildering and oft-used "My Sunday"— is "You do it."
I will not acquiesce. Because I have a feeling this kind of thing is the seminal incident that leads mothers to wash, fold and put away their sons' laundry far longer into their lives than in necessary, or appropriate.
Meanwhile, most of my conversations these days go like this:
"You do it."
"No, you do it."
"Nuffin, Mommy!" (shoulder shrug)
"Ethan. You do it."
"My Sunday."
"Okay then, time out."
Repeat.
2 comments:
Yes, do not acquiesce! I am still doing my 16 year old son's laundry. I swear just yesterday he asked if I washed his clothes yet and I walked him into the Laundry Room and gave him another lesson on how to run the machine. This is not the first time....he has been shown many other times...he has "doing laundry amnesia". But, at least he didn't say "you do it Mommy." :)
It's so difficult to not give in when they're so cute, but we just have to, right? Griffin doesn't say "you do it," but he does say, "No, mommy, no!" (this also includes him trying to push me away with his little hand).
I was completely ill-prepared for parenting a toddler.
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