So a couple weeks ago Matthew started a new routine when he disagrees with me on what he should and shouldn’t be allowed to do.

It goes something like this:
Mommy: No, Matthew, you can’t watch the Wiggles 14 times in a row. It’s done.
MattyMatt: (Wrinkles nose, turns lips out and breathes audibly, with a huge smile of defiance in his eyes.) No! Poo-poo Face!
Mommy: Matthew, that is potty talk and you must go to the bathroom if you want to talk like that. (Picks Matthew up and carries him to the bathroom.)

OK, OK. That’s not actually how I respond. What I actually do when he says “poo-poo face,” challenging me with every ounce of his being, is laugh. And then I say it right back to him. I can’t help it. It is absolutely adorable when he says it. It comes directly from big brother Jared, I know, although Jared would never say it to me. I just hear him say it to his friends when they’re talking nonsense.

So, I am a bad bad mommy. I laugh and say poo-poo face. I am hoping this will somehow take the defiance out of the word and render it harmless. Meanwhile, I hide the Wiggles until tomorrow.