I Got Played

I just got played by my almost 3 yr. old.

I’m minding my own business watching a little TV with Lea when the gentle voice of Max echoes down the hallway, “I need to go poo-poo. Ah yes, the one phrase that’s a free ticket out of the covers and on to the commode. Freedom from the shackles of sleep. (And yes, before I continue, I do realize that every time I blog it’s about #2. What can I say… It’s my muse ☺) Anyway, Max played the “poo-poo card” and bought himself another 30 minutes out of bed when he should have been asleep a long time ago.

After perusing a stack of 8-10 books, I pried him off the potty only to find nothing in the toilet. He even leaned over awaiting toilet paper as if I wouldn’t notice his little scam. Although he said nothing, his eyes said, “Sucker!” as he scurried back to his bed.

Beware of the “poo-poo card”. It’ll get you in the end. Get it. Oh well…

Merk