potty talk

Well, there we were, Romney and I, hanging out in the bathroom. It was long after I'd actually put him to bed, but he has discovered that I will almost invariably let him out of bed if he tells me he needs to go to the bathroom, and some nights he works it! oh, does this boy work it. we'd been sitting there for a while, and since my "are you done yet" attempts were failing at wrapping things up, I tried something new:

M: Romney, I've noticed that you've been pretty tired lately, and that tells me that you haven't been getting enough sleep lately. So it's time to finish up and get back to bed.

(long pause)

R: And if I don't get enough sleep then my energy goes out my mouth.

M: Really?

R: I think so. What happens if my energy is not in my tummy anymore?

in my head: Your energy is in your tummy? this rings of chinese philsophy...who've you been talking to lately?

M: Hmmm. I'm not sure. What do you think?

R: Well, I think I get sick. And then I throw up in the night. And then you have to wash my jammies.

good to know. I love this boy. I just wish he would SLEEP! he's so cute when he sleeps, isn't he? especially when he refuses to take off his "dress-ups" which is really his very old and small fleecy suit from when he was much much smaller. see how it only comes to his knees?