One night when you were 14 or 15 months old (sleep deprivation has really destroyed my memory), we picked you up from your toys, started your bedtime ritual, and put you to bed.
Over the monitor, we could hear you complaining. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! I don’t want to sleep. I want to play. I want to play with my toys in the living room. It’s too early to go to bed. I want to play!”
After a few minutes, Mommy got annoyed and answered over the monitor, “Cookie, it’s time for bed. You’re done playing for tonight.”
On the monitor, we saw your grumpy frown as you settled down on your crib. However, your head barely touched the pillow before you jumped up again.
“I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee!” We could see you potty dancing over the monitor.
Mommy was fed up a this point. “Cookie, you do not have to pee. Lie down. Close your eyes. Go to sleep.”
With a cute frown on your face, we saw you slowly lie down. The monitor was silent for a while until a whisper.
“How did she know?”