Liam woke me up this morning to tell me that his first baby would be easy because there would be "no arguments on toys." Later he come into the bedroom to tell me that "Sorry" but he couldn't find his bag of candy, so he went into the pantry and got out "those white things that stick together" - otherwise known as marshmallows instead. He was pretty upset when I told him that since he broke the rule of not going into the pantry without an adult around he would not be allowed to have candy tomorrow. He got much MORE upset a little later when I accidentally discovered that he was trying to surprise me by getting dressed on his own. Really, I have rarely seen him so angry. When I was buckling him into his car seat to take him to preschool he said, "This morning you were the worst mommy ever, but I think that the rest of the day you won't be."
So you can see that Liam is thinking about what it takes to be a parent - how his parents are doing and how it will feel to be a parent himself. When he woke up tonight he didn't hesitate to call out to me - to tell me that he almost threw up, but nothing actually came out of his mouth. I may not know everything, or always make what he sees as the best decision, but when he needs to discuss late-night vomit, he trusts I'll be there for him. And I will. And speaking of late night, it is extremely late, making all my "this morning" and "tonight" statements a little confusing. Please pretend that I did not get into a heated Facebook debate after 11 pm, but instead wrote this before midnight and went to bed at a reasonable hour. Thank you.
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