who’s the Boss?

A couple of weeks ago Santino was spending the night with us.

This isn’t uncommon. He’s over a few times a week. I don’t get to see him much because I’m usually at my mother’s house.

So he spends the majority of his time with BBH aka Poppy, and Daddy aka our youngest son.

It was nearing 10:00 and I was down the hall in my studio playing games on FB working but I could hear everything going on in the bedroom.

Poppy . . . I want some juice!

Can I get out of the shower first?

Yeah . . .

About 30 seconds later the shower has stopped.

Poppeee!!! I want some JUICE!

Can I put some underwear on first?

Yeah. . . but those aren’t underwear. Those are SHORTS!

Huh-uh. See this? This is so you can go pee-pee. Like a big boy!

I’m not in the room, but I assume BBH’s showing Santino the flap in front of men’s underwear.

Ah-Ha! BBH’s trying the subtle approach to potty training.

Now, it should be noted that Santino did get some Spiderman ‘big-boy’ underwear for his birthday.

They’re still in the package.

Unopened.

His birthday was a month ago.

They’re the first Spiderman anything he hasn’t been interested in. Go figure.

This potty-training thing has become something of a group effort at our house. Gramma. Poppy. Daddy. We’re all on board.

Everyone but Santino, that is.

Earlier tonight, Santino’s Dad says, “Did you boo-boo?”

Noooo!

I smell boo-boo! Go tell Poppy you need your diaper changed.

A few minutes later Santino returns with a diaper in one hand and wet washcloth in the other. He hands them to his daddy.

Who gave you this?

Poppy!

Uh-uh. Go take them back to Poppy and say “I want you to change my diaper.”

Santino trots down the hall, but Daddy rethinks it and follows him to change him.

(can I just say how very proud I am of my youngest son and what a great dad he’s become?)

Well, I guess I can ‘cause I just did.

Back to bedtime . . .

Poppy!!! What ARE you doing?!!?? Where’s my juice???

I’m still down the hall but I can tell by BBH’s tone he’s about had it.

Get in that bed now!!

Okay, Santino says with just enough resignation to let his grandfather believe he has the upper hand.

where’s my juice???

Right here.

At this point, I just can’t resist. I march down the hall and into the room and ask Santino why he isn’t asleep.

I still like to think Gramma has some clout around here.

I don’t, but I like to think I do.

Baby, why aren’t you in bed yet?

Because I’m watching Barney!

Oh, but of course! How silly of me!

I give up and walk back down the hall into my studio. Poppy can handle this one all by hisself.

Wait! Wait!

I hear it . . .

I love you, You love me . . .

It just might actually, finally be bedtime.

 

Guess who’s running the show at our house?