Being a mother ROCKS. Seriously, if you haven't done it, I suggest you try it out. (Assuming you're 1.Female 2. Married. If you're male or not married, well, you can do whatever you want... but I don't suggest it.)
Why is being a mother just so unbelieveably awesome? Well, I'll tell you. 1. Your children are a reflection of your incredible parenting 2. Blackmail.
I shall not be addressing #1. Check back another day for that one.
No, today I shall be discussing #2.
(Oh my gosh, people, that was just SO witty and punny and you're about to find out why.)
So, Henry still needs a little bit of assistance when it comes to erm, "clean up" after "using the bathroom."
Basically, once a day, (maybe more...) he trots off to the pot like it's his job, usually declaring as loud as humanly possible, "OH! I HAVE TO POOOOP!" and off he goes.
(OH how this child is going to HATE me in a few years.)
Then *several* minutes later, he calls out with great jubiliation, "MOM! I POOOOOOOPED!" which is my cue to head directly to the head and help him with his clean up.
Today was no different than any other day. Except today, Henry had QUITE the story to tell.
"Mom! I made a dinosaur and a dragon!"
Now, I'm paying very little attention to this as I'm wiping his tushie and frankly it's not my favorite job.
He says again, "I made TWO dinosaurs and a dragon Mom!"
I stop. I stare.
I say, "Excuse me. Are you talking about poop?"
Bright smile from the four-year-old. "YES! I made two poop dinosaurs and a dragon."
Ok, at this point, I am nearly choking with attempts to not laugh. Tears are stinging my eyes as I say, (as calmly as possible) "Oh really? You are SO creative!"
Pride. Oh the pride. "Yeah, I am! Cheeseburgers make me poop!"
Now, just for the record, he has not had a cheeseburger today. At all. Just cocoa-dino-bites and goldfish. (Holy smokes, I'm a good mom.)
Then I helped him scrub his hands and made him flush his artwork.
And that is why being a mother is so precious. Black.mail.