Yesterday I heard Clayton crying in the kitchen, the kind of cry that gets your attention. I came in to find him standing on my counter top rubbing his eyes with a heavy layer of dish soap covering his face, hands and arms. I quickly picked him up and started rinsing. Since his eyes were my biggest concern, I held his eyes in the stream of running water for a good little bit. Poor little kid, he thought I was drowning him! I felt so bad for him! After a good thorough rinsing, and then a LOT of cuddling, he was fine.
On a sort of related thing, in that it REALLY upset Clayton, Bruce came home from work for lunch the other day. He was sitting at the table with his back against the wall, so it was hard to get out. I was up doing the dishes, and Bruce asked me to fill his glass with some water. He had one of those single powdered drink mixes, so he wanted a specific amount. I filled his glass and he sheepishly asked for a little bit more. Being a smart-alack, I filled his glass to the tippy top and handed it back. "Um that's too much, Renae." says Bruce.
"So drink a little bit." I say.
After Bruce drinks some, he says "Oops, I drank too much. Could you give me a little bit more water?"
To which I responded by squeezing out my washcloth into his glass. To which Bruce responded by tossing the contents of his water glass on me. At which I gasped in shock. We were just playing with each other. But the second that Bruce threw water on me and I did that big gasp, Clayton absolutely screamed in horror! It took some hugs and a bit of reassurance that Mom and Dad were okay to calm Clayton down. What a sensitive kid! I feel bad for kids whose parents actually fight with each other!
Oh, and one more thing that made me do a sad sigh today. Lydia mispronounced the name of her old imaginary friend. She's growing up on me.
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