Its dark and quiet. Everyone seems asleep then there’s a small whispering voice in the doorway.
Me: ‘Dylan? You okay?‘
Dylan: ‘I waaa doo dah beee’
Dylan: ‘Doo dah’
Dylan: ‘Yah bee’
Me: ‘Of course! Yes you can go to the toilet!’
Dylan scuttles across the hall to the toilet.
He doesn’t have to ask to go to the toilet. He never asks.
Then I think to myself that he doesn’t usually go to the toilet in the night and that maybe he doesn’t feel well.
Me: ‘You okay Dylan? Do you need a wee or a poo?’
Dylan finishes. He gets up and scuttles back to bed.
Me: ‘Goodnight Dylan. Love you.’
I love the little talks we’re starting to have 🙂