Blah, blah, blah

My almost 4-year-old boy, Josh, is a fan of water play. When we are not paying close attention, he will hole himself up in one of our bathrooms, get the water running and have a wonderful time filling and spilling cups and submerging any number of action heros and other toys. Once I found the aftermath of one of these play sessions--water all over the countertop, water all over the floor, and water in the cabinet underneath the sink. I was glad I wasn't storing anything significant under there. 

So today I noticed he was nowhere to be found. Wait, the last time I saw him he was headed to the bathroom. As I climbed the stairs I could hear the water running. The door was locked! I unlocked it with a pick made out of a hair clip. There he was, up on the counter with nothing but a shirt on and holding a full roll of toilet paper that was soaking wet! He was in the middle of pulling it apart! I told him to put it down and to get himself down. He ignored me and kept pulling at the wet mass of TP. So I "helped" him down and gave him a swat on the bottom on the way to the floor. I explained that what he was doing was not OK and that he needed to stop playing in the water and making messes. He cried and ran to his dad. I followed and started in again about how he can't do these things, etc. He looked and me and said, "Blah, blah, blah." 

I almost started laughing. I had never heard him say that at all. I couldn't believe he could actually apply it to the context of this current lecture. However, I did not laugh. No, I gave him another little swat on the bottom and told him that I would not allow him to talk back to me. Sebron then did a great thing and backed me up--telling him he needs to listen to his mom and that he can't talk that way. 

I can't wait to see what he comes up with next.