He knows how to play the game...already

I'm downstairs and can hear Josh moving around upstairs while he's supposed to be resting in his room.

So I head on up and find him standing on the toilet seat looking out our bathroom window at the rain bucketing down outside (he's a boy, can I really blame him? And compared to what I've discovered him doing during the same scenario in the past, this was awesome!).

Anyway...

Of course I'm cranky cause he's broken the 'stay in your room and rest' rule.

So I give him 'the look' and ask what he's doing and he says sorry and comes over and hugs me around the legs.

And I am unable to stay cross.

Of course he knows this, because at 3 he already knows how to play the game with Mummy, and that a little sorry and a little love goes a long way to getting out of trouble.


(Turns out he was in there going to the toilet - and he'd done it all perfectly, right down to putting his pants back on, I'm so proud - and grateful I didn't get the chance to be too cranky!)