“I’m a baby. I can’t go.”, “I’m too tired to go upstairs.”… Randall always has to create some sort of drama before going shower. This time, though, it was something different. He opened the closet door by the stairs when asked to go to the bathroom.
“No, you can’t open this closet. It’s mommy and daddy’s.”, I said, thinking it might save us some trouble in future.
“Why?”, Randall protested, “I think it should be everyone’s.”
“Because it’s next to our bedroom.”
Just as I was so proud of my quick clever response, which I thought would be the end of the conversation, Randall came up with a truly meaningful argument, “But it faces my bedroom, mommy!”