This is an actual conversation I had with the Munch the other morning.

“Munch, we are going to change your diaper okay, it is full of pee.”

“No Mamma! I don’t want to change my diapi.”

“Yes Munch, you have been sleeping in it all night and you don’t want diapi rash.”

“NO MAMMA NOOOOOO! I WANT DIAPI RASH!”

(I then had to chase her around the room, and wrestle her to the floor to take off her diaper).

“WAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAA! MAMMA NO! PUT MY PEE DIAPI BACK ON! I WANNA WEAR MY PEE DIAPI!”

“Munch, that makes no freaking sense.  Don’t you want a new fresh clean diaper? One that isn’t hot, sticky, and full of urine?”

“WAAAAAHHHHAAAHHH No Mamma no, I want my pee diapi.  That one! Put that one back on.”

And the crazy thing is that I actually started to.  But then my rational mind caught up to my emotional need to ease her angst, and I had to be like “No Munch, this is crazy.  Just really really demented.”

My child, although incredibly persuasive, is kind of still an idiot.  And even though I want her to be happy, it is my job as a parent to make the hard decisions and do what is best for her, rather than what she wants…  I can do this… I can be the adult…

“Uhhhh Mamma, this pee diaper isn’t that comfortable after all…”