As most of you already know, Brendan is my problem child. Sweet when he wants to be, too smart for his own damn good, but my most difficult kid nonetheless. Every day is an adventure with him, and I think if I ever stopped coloring my hair I’d find several surprise gray ones courtesy of my son.
So why was I surprised when he got up from his nap naked today? Anything is possible with him, I should know this by now. The nakedness would have been nothing had he not uttered the words no mother of a 3 year old ever wants to hear.
“Mommy, I was being bad in my room.”
This child scales furniture, runs out every open door, and gets into everything without batting an eyelash. So I knew as soon as he said that it must have been pretty bad. I wasn’t disappointed.
Hand soap. LARGE bottle of hand soap. Dumped all. over. his. bed. Some on the rug, some on the wall, quite a bit of it on the carpet as well. Judging by his naked, sticky self, he’d had quite a time playing in it. I never heard a peep, so I can only guess he’s finally learned if he is going to be out of bed during naptime, he’d best do it quietly.
20 minutes later he’s still naked, but clean. Bed, walls and mattress are wiped down and sheets are in the wash.
Is it five o’clock yet??