That boy has me wrapped around his finger more than I want to say. And he knows how to work it. Take nap time for instance. 10 minutes before bed Fox tells me he doesn't want Scooby-Dooby, he wants Liam's monkey. It took him telling me many times in a matter of fact voice, and then us going up into his bedroom, to figure out that Fox has Scooby-Doo on his pillow case, and Liam has a pillow case with Aladdin and Abu. I figured, he put so much effort into that one (starting 10 minutes early) I'd let him have it. And you just can't ignore a kids request when they say things like Scooby-Dooby matter-of-factly.
I then handed him Pooh (a stuffed Pooh bear that my mom made him for Christmas, that he always sleeps with), Put on his blanket and left the room shutting the door. I suddenly hear Fox anxiously saying "Mom, yeyes! mom! yeyes!!" I rush in and ask him "What? What's wrong with your eyes?" He looks at Pooh bear and says "Mom, yeyes."
Me, being a forgetful and over-looking mom, clearly didn't realize that I had put the blanket over Pooh bears "yeyes". And Fox, being the forgiving and helpful son, decided he couldn't move the blanket off of Pooh's eye's, but that he would call mom back in to fix her mistake.
It's exhausting. And all of that happened in a matter of thirty seconds (Well, ten minutes thirty seconds if you consider the campaign that started for the monkey pillow before bed). Try living with it all day. There's not many days that go by that I don't say, "Who taught that kid how to talk?"