The Boy twanged my heartstrings today.As I gave him a bath in the kitchen sink (how much longer will I be able to do that?) we worked our way to hair washing.
This is a tough move. No one likes it much. I plant the well-wrung washcloth over his eyes to try to keep the water out. The rinsing water is warm and precision-poured from the houseplant watering can. But there still is soap, tension and confusion.
In the middle of all these manouvers, The Boy very gently touched my wrist and said, "Please don't." His words were clear. His inflection was almost pleading. It scared the heck out of me.
Give me a 21 month old NOOOOooo! (*thrash flail*) any day.
So now what? He's already confused me. If I said "Please don't" to him, I would expect him to stop doing whatever. Now he's asking me very politely to stop.
Of course, I went ahead and finished rinsing. I did the whole, "Mama's got to get the soap out or your eyes will hurt," but I don't think he bought it.
I wonder if I will look back on this as The Moment Where It All Went Wrong ... ?
Aaawww, sweet story. Mine are flailers and screamers. Some days, yes, I agree with you about that being better! Less painful anyway.
ReplyDeleteYou have a cutie on your hands. I love the sink baths!
Wendy! I just saw your comment. Um. Sorry I've never checked for them.
ReplyDeleteHe is a doll. Yours sound like ... well ... my sister and I. Frog pee and all. So, hey, you have proof that they can grow up to be Productive Citizens.