No mummy, go away! I don't want you!
It sounds bad, yeah? But this marks real progress (not so much in his manners, but we're working on that). This is now Boy when he's ready to go to sleep. What a long way we've come from hours of feeding, rocking and singing (and a fair bit of pleading) that it used to take. Now the Boy dismisses us and 'sefl settles' - yes, that beacon of Good Parenting we all aspire to.
Now, when he needs to go to the toilet he still tells me, but then when I get up to help he says, hand out to make me 'stay': No mummy, you stay here. No mummy don't follow me! He wants to do stuff for himself. And it's lovely when he comes rushing back, his pants askew, to announce he's not only gone to the toilet by himself, he also wiped his own bottom. (Great! I say, as I prepare some wet cloths and clean underwear.)
Hell, the other day he even made a cup of tea for his grandmother.
I made a cup of tea for granma all on my own.
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It just had a lot of dirt and froth in it, so she just pretended to drink it.
The froth was imaginary, but the dirt was actually old coffee grounds, so he's getting close.
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