Can you imagine my shock when I told Little P it was time to go to sleep last night and he came back with "I no want to." He did not throw a tantrum or whine; he just looked at me very calmly, shook his head and said "I no want to."
Then he held up his car to me, "play car."
So he was allowed to play for ten more minutes, and this time when I walked up to him I did not have to even say anything before he was shaking his head and saying "I no want to."
Nice. It was going to be a rough night.
I tried to reason with Little P that it was past his bedtime and he was tired and could play in the morning, so let's go lay down and read a story. He was all for reading a book, but not in the bedroom; we had to read our book sitting on the coffee table in the living room (I think to ensure discomfort and no possible falling asleep). After our story Little P got down and started to go back to his cars.
No more Ms. Nice Mommy...
"Daddy, P is ready for bed."
Daddy picked up 28 pounds of squirming, crying child and carried him off to bed.
Five minutes later the whole house was completely silent, since the little bugger had fallen asleep almost instantaneously.
I guess I have to get used to Little P thinking he knows what is best for him, as I will have to deal with it for the next 17 years or so; I was just hoping it would not start so early. It must be some fundamental part of human nature to defy one's parents, even from less than two years old. This is going to be fun.