Xavier got up this morning, ran out of his room to the bathroom and flicked on the light. I heard a grunt and then silence. I got up to investigate, because I didn’t want him to go into Jillian’s room and wake her up. I found him curled in a ball in front of her door, just out of the path of light from the bathroom, with his hands protectively covering his eyes.
I quietly whispered, “What are you doing, bub?” And he said, “I have to go potty!” in a quiet wail. Smiling, I replied, “It’s hard to do that when you’re down there and the toilet’s over there.” He moaned, “It’s tooo BRIGHT in there!” I laughed, softly.
Seeing that there was nothing else I could do to help him, I left him to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the bathroom.
I don’t think he’s a morning person, quite honestly.
