In honor of our son, let me repost a recent blog entry by my wife about a recent Josiah incident:
Yesterday I took away Josiah's toy lightsaber. He was hitting things (including me) and when he refused to stop I took it away and put it on top of a high bookshelf. A few minutes later we had the following conversation:
Josiah (looking very sad): Mommy, you made me sad. You broke my heart.At this point I had to try very hard to hide my giggles. He seems to have the guilt trip thing down. When I refused to relent he resorted to threatening me with a ghost, vampire bats and a sheep dog. A sheep dog?! Where does he come up with this stuff?
Me: I did?
Josiah (drawing a heart in the air): Yes, my heart that is shaped like this. You broke it.
Me: How did I break your heart?
Josiah: You took my lightsaber away... (dramatic eyes, quivering lip)... If you give it back, my heart will be fixed.
Ellen: You can play with it tomorrow.
Josiah (on the verge of tears): If I have to wait until tomorrow my heart will be broken forever!