Today she put her face super close to mine and whispered : "I want juice water and I have to go potty".
One thing I can ignore and the other I cannot. So I got out of bed, and tried to find humor in the fact that once again a new day was being heralded in with the sounds of a 2.5 year old pooping. I crawl back into bed after dolling out the 2 gummy bear reward and Pursy is right behind. She gets into bed with me, puts her face close to mine and whispers: "I want juice water".
Of course. But this time, I don't feel guilty about saying, "Purslane, the juice water is downstairs and I am upstairs. You will have to wait until it is time to go down for breakfast".
I did not realize this was interpreted as a gauntlet being thrown down.
She sat there for a minute, then jumped off the bed and padded down the hall. My silly, should have known better self was already back asleep. A few minutes later I hear a sound I have never heard before. A sort of step-clunk-slosh sound repeating itself over and over- and getting closer. A minute later, a plastic jug of condensation-covered green juice rolls into bed and settles next to my warm arm. I shriek and jump a foot in the air, and as my body begins its descent, I hear:
"Mama- the juice water is upstairs! Now can I have some juice water?"