So I walked into the boys' room this morning, having completed a successful language arts session with Charis, to tell Arden that I was ready to do his school reading with him. Immediately I noticed a horrible smell. Arden has had some nighttime accidents and so has been wearing pull-ups off and on, so at first I scanned the room for a wadded up wet pull-up, a sadly familiar sight of late because he neglects to take care of it first thing in the morning.
But what should my eyes see but a giant wet spot on the floor?! Right next to where Arden was building a road, I might add! I confronted him about the spot...a couple of nights ago, out of sheer laziness, he had peed in his room, and Ted had had to deal with all that right before bedtime. When I asked this time, he told me "Tobin did it." I asked him to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth, and once again he affirmed that his brother had done it. I wasn't about to let him off the hook, though, so I told him to follow me downstairs.
Tobin was at the table, finishing up his own language arts work. When I asked him about it, his response was, "Arden did it first." Great! A collaborative effort! How wonderful that they are unified over SOMETHING! It soon became clear that both boys had, indeed, peed on their bedroom carpet. Tobin's first excuse was that he had to go so badly that he couldn't make it to the toilet. Um, right, you couldn't go 10 steps farther to the bathroom RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR?!?!
Discipline ensued, to include both of them working to clean their mess and then a phone call to Daddy at work (which I think upset them more than the spanking I had given each of them to begin with). They both tearfully apologized to both Ted and myself and asked for forgiveness, which of course was granted.
But gee whiz!!! Am I raising puppies or children?! This reminds me of the days we lived in Maryland, shortly after Tobin was potty trained, when we discovered his handiwork in odd places...like his dresser drawer, his toybox, his toy boat, and the infant car seat that we weren't using at the time. I guess he felt the freedom to let fly whenever and wherever he had a whim. Let's hope we don't regress THAT far.