My Lovely Son...

For the last several nights, Camden has been quite difficult to put to bed. Tonight tops them all!

Camden yelling from his room after he has been put into bed for the 3rd time: "I just want to die!"
Me: Ignore him.
Camden: "Mom! I just want to die!"
Me: Ignore him.
Camden: "I'm going to go in the road and die!"
Me: It's getting hard, but still ignoring him.
Camden: "I'm going to go in the road and die and go away forever!"
Me: Ignore him.
Camden: "I want to DIE!"
Me: "Why Camden?"
Camden: "Because I'm dumb and s t u p i d and you are MEAN!" (he spelled out the word stupid because that is a naughty word in our house.)
Me: Ignore him.

Few minutes pass....

Camden appears in the living room: "I want to go to JAIL!"
Me: "Camden, go to bed."
Camden: "No, I want to go to JAIL or die in the ROAD!"
Me: "Why?"
Camden: "Because you are MEAN!"
Me: "I would miss you and jail is dark place with lots of germs."
Camden: "I don't care! I want to go to JAIL!"
Me: "Go get in bed. I'm not taking you to jail....I would miss you."
Camden: "Well I'm GOING!"
Me: "GO TO BED! 5 4 3 2 get going 1 GO TO BED!"
Camden: "No! I'm going to make a sign so someone will take me to JAIL!"
Me: Ignore him as he walks into the office seeing if I'm going to do anything.

Minutes pass.....

Camden reappears in the living room with a sign that reads: "Free for go to jail"
Me: "What are you going to do with the sign?"
Camden: "GO OUTSIDE AND WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE ME TO JAIL!"
Me: I look back down at my magazine.
Camden opens the front door.
Me: Still looking at my magazine.
Camden goes out the front door: "I'm going to JAIL!"
Me: Say nothing.
The front door shuts....

About a minute passes......

Camden returns (now remember he is terrified of the dark and it is 8:37 p.m.): "I want to go to JAIL!"
Me: "What were you doing outside?"
Camden: "Holding my sign waiting for someone to take me to JAIL!"
Me: "Go to bed!"
Camden: "NO! I want to GO TO JAIL!!! Will you come outside with me it's too dark and wait for someone to take me to jail?"
Me: "No. Go to bed!"
Camden: "NO! Come outside with me!"
Me: "Why?"
Camden: "It's too dark outside and I'm scared...(with sheepish eyes.)
Me: "No...I love you too much. (even though I am shocked by his level of anger, creativity and wanting to either die or go to jail to avoid bedtime, I'm trying not to laugh. Once he made the sign......it's funny now, but what is he going to be like at 16! YIKES!!)"
Camden: "You just don't get me and only want to be mean to me. You don't love me! You are a LIAR because you are MEAN!"
Me: I stand up, walk over to him, take the "Free for go to jail sign" out of his hands, walk him to his room, and help him into bed while he has tears."

Me: While tucking him in and giving him a hug....."Camden, I love you!"
Camden: "I love you too, Mom!"
Me: I walk out of the room.
Camden: .......nothing.......

While I typed this unforgettable post, he fell asleep. Goodnight my little boyfriend! I love you and never, never, never, never want you to die or go to jail. Sweet dreams.......xoxoxo