the drama

Q pooped on his pants this evening. as is the new custom, he had to put 10 trucks in a bin to be earned back at another time. like water off a duck's back. but we also told him no cuddles tonight. omg. bedtime was a disaster. he was more worked up than I have seen him in a long time, wailing and pleading and trying to earn cuddles back by sitting on the potty. we didn't cave, though we were tempted and eventually he crashed on his own. but oh the drama.