Toast

Troy was hungry this afternoon, so I gave him a piece of toast left over from breakfast. He ate most of it, but when he’d had enough, he threw the last few bites on the floor in the bathroom and walked away. Having had enough myself, of his disrespect and disregard for our house and expecting me to always clean up after him, I told him to get back in there and pick up the toast. If he didn’t want it, then he could throw it into the trash.

He stood there looking between the toast and at me, but not making a move. After a couple minutes of me explaining what I wanted and him clearly not understanding (or not caring), I took his hand, walked him to the toast, reached down grabbed the toast with his hand, walked him to the trash can, and dropped it. We did this for all three pieces in the bathroom.

As I left the bathroom, I found another piece in our bedroom. So, I called to him, told him to come get this toast and put it into the trash. And miraculously, he ran to me, grabbed the toast, took it to the trash can, and dropped it in. I was so shocked that he picked it up that quickly. And could replicate it simply by me telling him what I wanted. I guess all he needed was for me to teach him. Now, we need to work on him cleaning up his toys in the den each night!