I WANT MY PEE BACK and other sad tales

They say that 3-year olds are at the stage where they want to control more of the world around them, but I think we are just about reaching the pinnacle of the wanting to control.

Yesterday, Sonville and I were having a polite discussion on Grandma's couch about jigsaw puzzles when I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. In a continuing effort to teach him to be polite, I informed him that I would be heading to the bathroom to pee and thereafter to wash my hands and feet.

As I was bopping to the head, I heard the pitter patter of feet behind me and a little voice said "I also need to pee, Mama. I'm coming too".

Realising that I would have to let him go first if he caught up with me, I broke into a run and shut and locked the bathroom door just as he reached it. I think my maternal instincts did slow me down for a second, but they were quickly pushed aside for the greater good. I heard little hands pounding on the door, and then a little whiny shrieky voice asking to be let in because "I HAVE TO PEE I HAVE TO PEE"

Fortunately for all of us and the bathroom mat, my mother intervened to suggest an alternative venue for Sonville to pass urine. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, he had already peed on the porch and was hopping mad. Talk about a tirade, here's an extract of his rather long complaint and our responses:

I don't want to pee there! (Well, it's too late now, right?)
But I didn't want to pee there! (So what are we going to do about it)
I want to pee in the bathroom!! (Okay, you can pee there later)
I WANT MY PEE BACK!! I WANT MY PEE BACK!! (*no response*)

In other news, researchers have discovered that 45 minutes outdoors in a bear suit leads to mild heatstroke.

Finally, following on from all the mispronunciations of The Son of new and interesting English words, I have asked the Husband to come up with The Son's version of the Singapore map, featuring such landmarks as:

1. Booger Timah;
2. The Centripetal Forest; and
3. Chunky Village.