Maddux is a screamer. There is no way around it, the child screams all.the.time. If he manages to drop a spoonful of milk on his pants at breakfast, he screams. If Breuklyn takes his robot, he screams. You get the picture. It takes a while to actually figure out why he is screaming because his voice is very loud and unintelligible with the high pitched screeches than he pretends to be words.
Yesterday, he was in his room and I was in the kitchen making dinner. Amidst the clatter of Paizlee banging on my pots and pans, I hear a scream from Maddux's room that I thought was him screaming, "Mommmy! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Well, for Maddux, a bee could be any sort of large bug, so I grabbed Brad's ginormous steel-toed work boot and go thundering down the hallway in my crazy attempt to save him from whatever is evoking such a meltdown. As I reach his room, Brad's boot held high and ready for anything Maddux sees me and drops to the ground in terror. Apparently, he thinks the boot is for him because he is saying over and over, "I so SORRY! I so SORRY!" Huh? "Maddux! Where is the bee?" He looks up at me, "No bee mommy... pee," as he points to the puddle in the middle of his floor. I know that I should have been upset about the puddle on the hardwood floor, but I started laughing... hysterically.
Later that evening he was stomping around in Brad's boots, so I guess there won't be any long term psychological damage due to the fear of impending doom brought on by steel-toed boots. Getting put on the "time out bench" will seem like a cakewalk after this!
It is, most definitely, time to potty train this child.