B-E-D Spells Bed

I had an episode with my 3-year-old son Trey tonight.

First, after passing himself off as potty trained for the last few weeks, he stood in his room and - with reckless abandon - relieved himself (on the rug of course, not on the easier-to-clean-up wood floor). Then he came to tell me about it. As in, Oh I had an accident in my room, Mom. It's in the way, you need to change me and clean it up.

Then when I tried to get him into the shower, he had a huge fit. Totally lost it. Just like a 3-year-old.

So I said slyly to John (my husband, Trey's Dad), I've had it. He's going to B-E-D early tonight.

Trey, just 3, is evidently a better speller than he is a social rule follower.

b-e-d? B ... E ... D? That spells bed. I don't want to go to bed!!!! He screamed.

That's it. Tomorrow, I'm learning sign language. Or French.