One night Noah was hav­ing a pretty hard time try­ing to go to sleep — he was cry­ing, yelling, whin­ing, gen­eral dis­cord. He was up and down, out of bed, back to bed, out of bed again, so on, so on, so on. It was get­ting old, because by the time that the fol­low­ing exchange and sit­u­a­tion hap­pened he’d got­ten up from bed about 20+ times.

So he came into our room again and said this time “Peepee on the potty.”

Now Noah is a bright kid and he knows ways to get us to pay atten­tion to him, and we’ve got a stand­ing rule that if he tells us he needs to pee at night, we’ll help him out, since he still has a semi-hard time get­ting onto the toi­let by him­self. So I got up and took him into the bath­room, sit him down, and he starts the grunt­ing, mean­ing that he’s got to poop. He does his busi­ness and then I start clean­ing him up. All the while he’s cry­ing, yelling, whin­ing, gen­eral dischord, like I said earlier.

I get his under­wear and pj pants back on and we start head­ing back to bed, but he doesn’t want to go. I see I left the wipes open and start to close them, but he yells out -

“No!”

”No what?”

”Not the wipes!”

”What? You don’t want me to close the wipes?”

”Don’t leave the wipes.”

”Don’t leave the wipes?”

”No.”

So I took the wipes with us, and he got in bed, and he ended up sleep­ing with the box of wipes. He was cud­dling them the next morn­ing, too.