I had forgotten about how much we were into routine with him when he was little until recently. Every night during bath time, right after we finish rinsing off, he looks up, smiles, sticks up a finger, and says, "I need one minute." He gages our response, then tries to bargain for more depending on how easily we give up one. Once the minute is up, he climbs up on the side of the tub, and tries to break his neck while jumping down (I never come away from bath time dry.) Then he and Daddy brush teeth, but before they can start, he and I have a talk about the tooth paste. Same one, every night. Preston: Mommy, I don't like this kind. Me: Do you want the gray? Preston: No, then opens wide so Dad can brush.
He is now on a big kid version of toothpaste that he can't drink by the gallons because it does have some fluoride in it. When we first got this new "big boy" toothpaste, he was excited because it has Buzz Lightbeer on it. We talked about the fact that he can no longer swallow his toothpaste, and that threw him for a loop. He was terrified that he would accidentally swallow it. So one night after an especially dramatic plea for help, I offered to let him try my toothpaste. He thought this was a great idea. Little did he know it wasn't going to have any bubble gum disguise to it. My tooth paste is in a gray tube. It didn't go well, so now we have our chat about which toothpaste is better every night.
Last night Brandon was telling me that every night after he reads the number of bargained books, that he says, "night, night, love you." before leaving the room, and every night he asks "Daddy, why do you say night, night?" Brandon replies with "because it is night time." Yes, the "why's" are in full swing.
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