(Because who doesn't love one of those?)
Yesterday afternoon, I put all 3 boys down for nap and approximately 0.3 seconds after I sat down with a cup of tea, Cullen was yelling from his room that his 'eyes weren't sleepy enough'. So I went up there and told him just to have 30 minutes of quiet time and when it was up, I would come get him, so he couldn't leave his room in the meantime.
I came downstairs, popped my tea back in the microwave and went to sit for the second time when he started yelling for me again. I went jumping up the stairs to tell him it's QUIET time and found him pantless, squatting in the middle of his room.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
'I had to poop but you said I couldn't leave my room!'
The good news? He takes directions very seriously (and very literally).
The bad news? I had to clean up a poop log.
Ah, the joys.