It seems that things are changing in my house. I’m noticing that my boys, only 17 months apart at ages 4 and 2 have officially entered the competition stage. The stage where it matters who gets the plain orange plate versus the orange plate with a purple border. A stage I thought I was going to hate, and now that it is here, I realize I really do. But it does have its advantages.
Time to get ready for bed but neither of them wants to go.
Me: Lucian…Warren….time to go brush your teeth.
Me: Lucian and Warren you need to go get ready for bed NOW. Come, let’s brush our teeth.
Me: Ugh. Lucian, Warren, who is going to get to brush their teeth FIRST?
Lucian and Warren: Me, I am! NO! I AM! Me, me. I’m going to be first Warren. No, wooshun, I AM!
herd of elephants as they run to the bathroom
And it works. I take turns on who gets to be first and I never say who won. Instead I say it is Lucian (or Warren’s) turn to go first tonight. I hate playing that card but it works like a charm every single time.
And when I just can’t seem to get them out the door because they generally drag their feet, I’m thankful just a tiny bit for this stage.
It helps me keep my sanity.