David turns 4 in September. There are still a little over 13 years before he could join the military, but he did something last night that proved to me that he may hold out a LONG time under interrogation if captured.
There are two baths upstairs in our house. Last night, I ran both of them and Jonathan got in one and I was planning on putting David and Thomas in the other. AFter David (my Pokey Little Puppy) finally made his way up the stairs, he decided that he wanted to take a bath in the tub Jonathan was in. He refused to get in the tub with Thomas (they play very well together, and he told me downstairs he wanted to get in the tub I was putting him in.) I picked him up and put him in, but he wouldn't sit down. The last few days he has developed a habit of saying "No!" to us. I explained to him that I would spank him if he didn't sit down. I counted to three. I spanked him almost hard enough to stun an ant. Not a big ant, but a little tiny one. He screamed and cried- no red mark on his little butt. I said, "Now David, I am going to spank you again and harder if you do not sit down." With tears flowing from his cheeks, he looked me right in the eyes and said, "No! I want to take a bath in the other tub." I counted to three and gave another swat, this time a little harder. He really had the tears flowing. He bit his three year old lip, cried and AGAIN told me he was NOT sitting down. I was amazed. Well, in for a pinch, in for a pound. Jane Anne, I am sure, was thinking, "choose your battles a little wiser, Seth." But it was too late. I went through it one more time. "David, if you want me to stop spanking you, just sit down." no answer, still standing. "David, I don't want to spank you, all you have to do is sit." No answer. I put my hand on his arm to turn him around, and he keeps staring me in the eyes, and turns around.
Yes, I do have a heart. And it broke about then.
I spanked him one more time, one swat, a bit harder this time. He screamed and cried. I picked him up and held him, told him I loved him, and told him he has to sit down in the bathtub.
"No!" he says through gritted teeth and sobs and tears. I am amazed.
After a couple minutes, I put him back in the tub and he refuses to sit down. I then decide I am going to wash him off standing up and put him in bed. I tell him to just stand there while I wash him off and...
... he sits down.
Next time, I will choose my battles with more wisdom.