By the time Truman was 2 he had been in enough trouble that he understood & obeyed “Go to your bed!”
Any time I gave the command he would dramatically run to his bed crying in distress.
A few seconds later I would hear the sweetest voice asking, “Out now? Mooommmmyyyyy, out now?!”
I really really miss hearing him ask me, “out now?”
Suddenly the roles seem reversed & I find myself asking that question…