{everything about him}
We are in the kitchen and I see Drew wiggling and squirming. As is typical with most young kids, Drew never wants to stop what he is doing to use the restroom, so he always waits until the very last possible moment to go.
"Drew," I say,"go potty please."
"But I don't have to go!" he fibs while squirming even more.
"Yes. You do. Go." I answer.
"OK." he says, moping towards the bathroom as if I have asked him to do something difficult. As he leaves the kitchen, I hear him mutter to himself, "How does she know everything about me?"
He makes me smile. I am equally amused that he thinks his squirming and wiggling is so difficult to decipher and that he thinks I have some sort of telepathic powers. Funny boy.
"Drew," I say,"go potty please."
"But I don't have to go!" he fibs while squirming even more.
"Yes. You do. Go." I answer.
"OK." he says, moping towards the bathroom as if I have asked him to do something difficult. As he leaves the kitchen, I hear him mutter to himself, "How does she know everything about me?"
He makes me smile. I am equally amused that he thinks his squirming and wiggling is so difficult to decipher and that he thinks I have some sort of telepathic powers. Funny boy.
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