Reece is going through a stage right now where he wants to be babied (carried, cuddled, spoken to like a baby and to make baby sounds). He's also been weighing himself on our home scale, so I can say, "You weigh 31 pounds (or thirty-ten, as he says, because the scale says 31.0) and that's too much for me to pick up right now!" But I've been trying to give in when I can, because I actually remember realizing around his age that I would probably never be picked up and carried again. However, I do have my limits, and apparently Dan does as well. Last night, Dan was helping him get ready for bed and here's what happened:
Reece: I want to watch Greyson playing computer.
Dan: No, I gave you your 5-minute warning and now it's time to go potty.
Reece starts crying. Dan carries him into the bathroom and says to him calmly: Go potty and then we'll read a book.
Reece (still crying): No, Daddy, you go potty for me.
Dan: I can't do that.
Reece: Well, you hold my penis and aim and do everything for me.
Dan still refuses and there is much wailing, so I come up from the basement.
Me: Dear, do you need help?
Dan: YES!
So I go in to the bathroom, and Reece (while still crying), starts the process but tries to convince me to aim for him and flush and wash his hands. I give in on the handwashing, but not for the rest. By the time we're drying hands, he's completely calm and ready to cuddle with Daddy and read. I think he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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