DS is ill. He is also 2.5. This is a lethal combination. I need to have a rant.
Today's gems have been
DS: Mummy, I got a poo. I want the potty!
DS: Not that potty, the one with the lion on it!
Me (18 wks pg and haven't had a good night's sleep in over a week): OK, I'll go and get you the one with the lion on it.
DS: I don't want to sit on the potty.
also:
DS: I don't want the green cup, I want the red cup
Me: The red cup is in the dishwasher, it's dirty sweetie
DS: I want the red cup
Me: the green cup is here, look, it's got lovely juice in it
DS: (goes to get red cup out of the dishwasher) I want the red cup
Me: But it's dirty
DS: I want water in the red cup
Me: oh ok I'll wash it
DS: it's all wet!
Me: ok, I'll dry it. Here you go.
DS: Noooooooooooooo I want the green cup
Someone talk me down from the ledge.