Dash had been a nightmare all day long.
Tantruming it up was his first reaction to EVERYTHING!
I was so fed up, because there really was no explanation.
So as soon as I did pick ups, I was going to send him to bed for the afternoon.
Then the AHA moment…
I picked Scout up from school, and he said, “Hey Mom….did you hear about my Hero story this morning?”
I said I hadn’t.
He proceeded, “Well, I got up at 3:02, and went in and started watching cartoons. (He recently learned the ins and outs of using the remotes, and has gone to town.)  Then a little while later, I heard Dash crying from a bad dream.  So I went in and got him, and I cuddled him and let him watch cartoons with me.”
WHAT?!?!
Why was Scout up at 3:02?
And why the heck did he think it was okay to get Dash up at that heinous hour?
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I proceeded with, “Scout, that was really nice.  But there are some new ground rules….there is no television before school…ever.  And if you want to get Dash up while it is still dark outside, you need permission.”
Thank you hero story.
Or was that horror story.