Unreasonable

Troy: “I went potty, dada.”

Me: “Great, bud. I’m running your bath.”

Troy: “NOOOO! I need to wash my hands first!”

Me: “Sure, let’s wash your hands, and then you can get in the bath.”

Troy: [washes hands] “I need to dry them off.”

Me: “There’s no point. You’re going in the bath. You’re just going to get wet again.”

Troy: “I NEED TO DRY MY HANDS!!!”

Me: “There’s no towel. Mama is washing it. I can’t dry your hands.”

Troy: “GO GET A TOWEL!!! I WANT TO DRY MY HANDS!!!”

Me: “I’m not going to get a towel, just to dry your hands off, so you can immediately get in the water and get your hands wet again.”

Troy: “GET IT!!! GET IT NOW!!!”

Me: “No.”

Troy: “I WANT MAMA!!! I WANT MAMA!!! I WANT MAMA!!! I WANT MAMA!!! I WANT MAMA!!! I WANT MAMA!!!”

Me: [bathing him while he stands in the corner shivering and refusing to get in the water] “I understand. I just don’t care. You can wait for mama over there, or you can wait under the warm water. It’s up to you. But she’s cooking dinner, so it’s going to be a while.”