Busted by Baz!
For a long time now (well over a year) Sebastian, who will be four years old in ten days, has been nappy free at night. As long as we monitor fluid intake close to the bathroom, he can make it through the night without incident. We maybe have one accident per month. We also have the occasional morning where we ask Sebastian if he has to go to the bathroom prior to breakfast, to which he replies, "No, I already went in the middle of the night." This typically sparks debate between Tess & I about how and when that happened when the entire flat was in darkness. Maybe he dreamt it.
If Sebastian is VERY tired when he goes to bed, or has had a lot to drink late in the day, we might take him to the bathroom before Tess & I go to bed to avoid any middle of the night mishaps. (When this happens, Seb is always half asleep and we have to make sure he doesn’t topple off the toilet as he is weeing.)
To counter this, Seb often asks for water when we put him to bed. Usually we give him a small cup with a lid (i.e. sippy cup so it won’t spill in the middle of the night) with about an inch of water. Any more and we risk a middle of the night mishap. Okay, hopefully by now you have the context for this whole thing… now the story… kids have an amazing memory.
The other night as I was putting Sebastian to bed he asked for some water. I nonchalantly said, "okay, I’ll get you some later." Meanwhile, he brushed his teeth and went to bed. After praying, Sebastian claimed that he was "soooooo tired." I took that as a signal that he didn’t really need some water. We talked a little, exchanged hugs and kisses, and a short while later Sebastian was sawing logs.
Cut to next morning, when Sebastian often comes into Tess and my room to wake me up for breakfast… usually around 6:45 AM. I saw him come into the room and said in a quiet voice so as to not wake Tess, "good morning, Sebastian." He replied…
"You…" and I thought, "Okay, me, yes…"
"didn’t" and I thought, "Yes, I didn’t wake you up because normally you wake me up. So I am fine."
"bring" and I thought, "Bring him what, a toy from my business trip?" (I had just returned the day before… "what is he talking about?")
"me water…" and I thought, "AHHH… I am SO busted. I can’t believe the memory this kid has… I thought FOR SURE he would forget!"
Apparently not.
I apologised profusely, Sebastian sheepishly said, as he crawled into bed for a few minutes next to me, "that’s okay" and I made a mental note, "never break word with little kids regardless of how tired they are when you make the promise." Actually, never break word with anyone (but especially little kids.)
It’s Saturday night in Hong Kong and we just had a fantastic day with the team, including going to a fair in Hong Kong where everyone lasted until 3:30 PM (!) without naps with few if any complaints. Trips went to bed at 7:30 PM but we let Baz stay up a little later to watch a smidgeon of Buzz Lightyear. He is now in bed… with an inch of water in his little cup. Break my heart, what a great little guy.
