Seth: (Smiling from ear to ear) I finished aw ov duh water, mommy! Me: Seth! I am so proud of you. Let me go get your white milk. (Walking towards the refrigerator, grinning ear to ear and showing him the pleasure that he has just brought me) Seth: (Still smiling but beginning to look a little distraught) Me: (Starring and smiling at him while I am pouring the white milk) Seth: (Entering the kitchen with a sad look) I didn’t drink duh water, mommy. I onwy had one sip. I put duh west in duh sink. (Continuing to look at me with a sad face; starting to cry) Me: (Smiling on the inside and out) Oh, honey. That’s okay. I am so proud of you for coming and telling Mommy the truth. Thank you. Here, because you came and told me the truth, you can have your white milk. Seth: (Smile returns) Thank you, Mommy. (Gives me a big hug)I wish he hadn’t lied. But I love that he felt terrible about doing so and then confessed. What a beautiful heart he has.
I’m pretty sure that some of you are going to tell me that I’m oversharing on this issue. And I’m okay with that 🙂 My little one loves white milk. (Not purple, green or red milk. Not even chocolate milk. White milk.) He also loves cheese. But not water. And because he loves white milk and cheese, but not water, he has some issues. And I think you know what I mean. These issues are so bad that when he is going “#2” he has cried his little heart out and said, “Dis is duh wurst day of my whoe wife.” Now, I am making sure that he drinks water. We’ve tripled his water intake and things are much better. But, it doesn’t go without a fight. Just the other night I told him that he had to finish his glass of water before he could get the blessed white milk. A few minutes later I came back in the kitchen and this is how the scene went: