Dale (my husband) had an interesting conversation with our son Caiden, age 3.5 years the other night. Here's how it went:Caiden: Daddy, please sleep with me.
Dale: Caiden, we don't sleep with you but we are right next door if you need us.
Caiden: Yeah, I'll think of something I want and I'll cry "momma, momma" and she'll come and get it for me and I'll see if she'll sleep with me.
What? Of course, Caiden doesn't realize that Dale will share his secret with me. Guess, I've been being played like a fiddle lately.
Have you ever been "played" by your child?
I can so hear him saying that!
And oh yes, I get 'played' on a daily basis too.
That little fiddle player also knows that his Momma loves him enough to come when he needs help. (How is that for the bright side?)
When the kid wants my attention, but I am "busy" (checking my email or something probably not important), I have a habit of saying "One more minute!"
The other night, we said it was time for him to go to bed. His reply? "One more minute!"