The floorboards beneath my feet creaked. He sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, haphazard wisps of blond hair glowing in the shadowy light.
“Daddy went to work,” my 2-year-old son states matter-of-factly in a croaky miniature voice. He sounds like part frog, part angel.
“Yeah, Daddy is already at work. Good morning, buddy.”
He yawns and starts to blabber sweetly about other things. I smile because I love mornings like this. They’re delectable.
“I love you buddy,” I say.
“I love you too, Mommy,” he replies.
This will be a good morning, I think. I relax a little. I look at the clock—there’s still plenty of time before we have to leave.
“Ok, let’s go potty.” I pick up my son and carry him to the bathroom, snuggling his warm fuzzy head against my cheek. I put him down, pull down his pajama pants and take off his diaper.
“No. I don’t wanna potty.”
I tense slightly. The word “no” uttered by a toddler can often indicate an abrupt shift is about to occur…