Sam is not so fond of me telling him when to go to the bathroom. Lately when I tell him to go (usually before we head out the door to go somewhere) he tries to politely explain that he doesn't need to go.
Then when I tell him again, he re-explains. (Though not so politely.)
Last week as we were getting ready to leave for Joe's parents' house for the weekend (a 5-hour car ride) the two of us debated for quite a little bit.
Then I reminded him that the last 3 times he claimed he didn't have to go, upon trying at my insistence, he did in fact leave a liquid deposit in the toilet.
His response was an exasperated "Mom, why do you have to keep being right?"
That's just the way it is, little boy.
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