I swear, Shane's a clever little dude.
Lately, he's been taking reeeeaaaallly long to drink his goodnight bottle.
The only thing is: he isn't really drinking. He just holds it in his mouth and when I try to pop it out he pops it right back in. If the level of liquid in the bottle was dropping, it'd be one thing. I'm sure the toot is stalling.
Shane's fallen asleep quickly the past couple of nights. I lay him down, he says "Daddy sleep?" I tell him I love him and I'll see him in the morning and make my exit. There's a minute or two of protest and Shane's out like a light.
He almost tricked me yesterday, though. I shut the door; Shane protested as usual. This time, he stopped protesting after a few moments and said, "Poopy?"
I stopped in my tracks. A poop diaper would lead to a rash in the morning. I couldn't let him marinade all night long. However, the little stink had just been in my lap and I can normally sniff out a poop diaper from 10 yards away.
The little stink was lying.
I called his bluff (with much trepidation) and found a clean butt come morning.
It's impressive how wily Shane is getting for a kid his age. It always amazes me when I meet parents of teenagers who think "My child would never lie to me!" Working angles, splitting parents, and attempting to get their way comes naturally to children.
Kids learn by pushing boundaries and making mistakes. Parents shouldn't hold it against their kids. It's our job to be aware of it, enforce rules, and turn mistakes into learning moments.
Shane's already started, but I'm on to him!
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