CC always says that Ace has me wrapped around his finger and that he can charm his way out of anything. I profusely deny it. I say (and really do think) that I can balance being nice, fun and loving mama with being stern, no-nonsense mama. But should the below be entered as evidence into court, I think I’d be found guilty as charged.
Ace (yelling from the bathroom) : Mummy, I just pooped, can you come wipe my butt?
Me : No.
Ace : Why not?
Me: Because you’re a big boy now and you can wipe your own butt.
Ace : I’m not a big boy, I’m your sweet love.
How could anybody stand firm against that? Of course, I had to go. I wipe his butt and after flushing and washing hands, I give him a big hug and kiss and tell him that yes, he is. He is my sweet love.
He’s all smiles after that like he “won”.
(Your honour … it was late and he was probably tired. It’s not like I wipe his butt everyday or anything) 🙂