we're trying to teach cash the 'power of no.'
basically, that we are taking his no's seriously in the hopes that maybe he'll use them less often.
in theory? genius. in practice? i'd say it's 50-50.
so the other night, as cash was getting out of the tub, i asked - "do you want to put jammies on?"
he said no.
"are you sure you don't want to put jammies on?"
"ok - you don't have to."
about now is when he stepped from the bathroom rug to the cold floor and realized - hey, maybe jammies aren't such a bad idea after all.
BUT I CAN'T LET HER WIN.
and he proceeded to tiptoe, buck ass naked, all the way from the bathroom to the living room couch, stopping every few feet to see if i would pick him up.
two can play this game mister - no way in hell am i picking you up.
and then he proceeded to (happily, i might add) read t'was the night before christmas, bare assed on the couch for a good ten minutes.
at the end of which i asked if he would like to put his jammies on.
when i texted nate a picture of what 'his son' was doing, he replied with, "at least he isn't looking at sports illustrated."
in due time, i'm sure.