Um, I think I've created a monster. Over the last few days we have been potty training Benjamin. Every time he uses the toilet, I make a huge deal out of it. I smile, cheer, jump up and down, give high-fives, and several "atta-boys." Then we run to find Daddy to tell him all about this big accomplishment. Oh, and he also gets an M&M for his achivement.
So tonight he tells me that he has to go poo-poo. We go to the toilet, he sits down, and promply farts. His face lights up, he begins to clap excitedly, and points at the bag of M&Ms, saying, "This? This?" which is his way of asking for something.
I can't help but laugh at his hopeful expression. I say to him, "No, Sweetheart. You have to go poo-poo or pee-pee in the toilet before you get a treat."
His little face fell and his eyes welled up with tears. "This? This?" he pleads, desperately pointing at the candy. My heart broke because he looked so sad.
So I did what any weak mother would do. I gave him an M&M.
Ten minutes later he tells me he needs to use the toilet again and proceeds to repeat the same exact sequence of events as before. I think I've been scammed.
So tonight he tells me that he has to go poo-poo. We go to the toilet, he sits down, and promply farts. His face lights up, he begins to clap excitedly, and points at the bag of M&Ms, saying, "This? This?" which is his way of asking for something.
I can't help but laugh at his hopeful expression. I say to him, "No, Sweetheart. You have to go poo-poo or pee-pee in the toilet before you get a treat."
His little face fell and his eyes welled up with tears. "This? This?" he pleads, desperately pointing at the candy. My heart broke because he looked so sad.
So I did what any weak mother would do. I gave him an M&M.
Ten minutes later he tells me he needs to use the toilet again and proceeds to repeat the same exact sequence of events as before. I think I've been scammed.
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