My boy is going to turn 3 this saturday.
I met him on my way out to work today and he was ignoring me as he was hooked to his milk bottle. The bottle was empty and he was just merely biting it.
He gave me that dissapoint-angry sort-of look as I pulled the empty bottle from his mouth. I told him that deal with the fact that come Saturday as you are turning 3, I am going to throw away all your bottles. Told him its about time you take your milk from glass. You are a big boy now.
And I ended up arguing with his ‘other’ mother a.k.a bibik.
She is in total disagreement, claiming that he is still small and will find it hard to put him to his sleep. Oh okay, so she is analysing this matter now for me?.
So what I did this morning, I walked back in into my kitchen, I simply took one of his ‘series’ of bottles and I threw it into the dustbin! Right in front of my son blank-empty look and his bibik widened eyes and I walked away to my car.
From a distance, I heard my boy started his usual cry with no tears thing.
I lowered my car window and told him with this huge grin at my face, “I am still your mother you know, and I looooooove you”.
🙂 I left for work.
I am sorry hun but mark my word manja, another one bottle will go into that same dustbin in another day or two 😀