Dear TJ,
You woke up at the ungodly hour of 5:15 this morning. Although each of us climbed back into your own beds after I calmed you down from your nightmare, neither of us got back to sleep again.
You went downstairs by yourself sometime after 6:00 so you could watch TV. Around 6:30, you came back upstairs into my room and told me you were thirsty. I wasn’t ready to get up, so I told you that you could go into the dining room and get yourself a juice box.
Eventually, when I did come downstairs at 7:30, I saw the package of juice boxes on the couch. I asked you how many juice boxes you had, and you held up all of your fingers on one hand. I thought you were being silly. Then I told you to show me…
And there were seven juice boxes! Five in the garbage can and two on the TV stand! Two of the boxes in the garbage were full, two of them partially full, and one completely empty. The two on the TV stand were partially full.
We had a little talk about how you should only take one juice box.
Thankfully, the garbage was all papers on top, so I was able to rescue the juice boxes that weren’t empty. For good measure, though, I dumped their contents into a cup so that you wouldn’t be sipping out of a potentially dirty straw.
At least the juice boxes explain why you had to pee so much this morning!
Love,
Mommy
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My Dear Kid is posted. Such a fun idea!
Joe used to do the same kind of thing when I left it up to him to get a juice box. He figured he drink as many as he wanted while Mom rested.
I learned my lesson and started leaving only one within his reach, which worked until he became bold enough to use a chair to climb. (I’m a short person, so it’s not hard to reach things I put away and he knows that.)