When you are parenting a toddler – especially one in the throes of the terrible twos – it becomes increasingly important to remember your humour. It’s just another way to stay sane in this crazy toddler world. Here’s another bit of humour that took place last night:
As I was sending Gavin upstairs for a bath and bedtime this evening, he decided he would get smart with me.
“Mummy don’t come, I go by myself,” he said.
“You want to go upstairs by yourself?” I asked.
“Yes. Mummy don’t follow,” he added, more firmly.
I hesitated and came up a few steps. His protests became a little more shrill. “Okay, Mummy won’t come up,” I soothed.
He made he way up to the landing before our room and I said, “Okay Gavin, you go into the room by yourself. Mummy won’t come up.”
“Yes. Mummy don’t come up,” he reiterated.
Then, a moment later, “Mummy, open the door for me!”
Gavin had forgotten that he hadn’t quite mastered the art of opening doors on his own just yet.