Poor Jesse just said the cutest and saddest little thing. I understood very easily exactly what he was expressing with his strangely ambivalent little outburst.
He’d gotten out of bed several times tonight – and been warned repeatedly that it could not continue.
When I came in again to find him not only out of bed, but at Anders crib laughing and giggling with his previously-sleeping baby brother, I was quite upset and spoke, perhaps, a bit too sternly as I reproved him.
It must have been all too much – the knowledge of his guilt, the need to let me know we were still pals, the feeling that I was being far too harsh – because he burst out sobbing and exclaimed, “Mom! I love you. But Mom! I DON’T love you!” Then he sobbed some more.
I’m sure it did nothing to help me in training him to stay in bed, but I couldn’t help but pause to comfort, kiss, and hug the sobbing little wrong doer after that.