This morning Graeme got a little preoccupied with his cars, and from the kitchen I heard his little bewildered cry, that really means, mama it's too late. Pointlessly, I rushed him to the potty, and gave him the old speel about telling mama before you start to go potty. I hope that I never forget his little response to me.
He said, "I'm sorry about da socks, and da peepee on da floor, and da carpet. It's yucky."
After I picked my jaw up from the floor, I grabbed his sweet face and kissed him about ten times and said, "It is okay. It is yucky--but mama loves you so much and I'm going to help you learn to use the potty so that you don't peepee on the floor. It is okay."
oh boy, I love him.
sweet with a capital S.
plain and simple.
and on that note, happy weekending!