Thanksgiving Eve: while I cleaned up the kitchen post veggie cutting marathon, I finally got G to go upstairs and get ready for shower time. I heard him singing, then every 30 seconds or so he'd call out, "Are you coming yet?"
He excitedly met me at the stairs.
In a tour director voice, "Just follow the trail to find your way to the shower."
Cute, he'd created a trail of cereal, up the stairs, down hallway and through our bedroom and bath. But the kicker was then he got down on all 4's and ate them, sliding along his trail. Ewwwww! I don't care if we'd just shampooed the carpet today, that's disgusting! And no, it's been 6 months...and a week since I vacuumed. Ewwww x gazillion!
But like many things in the course of a day with G, I gave it up. He was proud, he was acting out a creative scene, and the likelihood of him getting ill from our carpet was small. Am I being a bit lazy? Oh absolutely!!! After a day/night completely alone with him, no breaks, and finally getting him to agree to take a shower, I'm weakened. Let him "work" me in my exhausted mental/physical state, it won't be the last time.
Never weak, but I have limits of strength. :)
Like the saying goes:
Never mistake my kindness for weakness.
Update: As I sit here blogging, G's gotten out of the shower and began blowdrying his hair in his haphazard fashion(usually for about 30 seconds). Next thing I saw: G blowdrying his "weiner". It was only about 3 seconds, no permanent or even temporary pain/damage. OMG, he's ridiculous. I put a stop to that! Sorry G, you can't act out those kind of creative actions.