So last night I was putting the little dude to sleep after he had woken up to get some water. We were cuddled in my bed as this is often where he asks to fall back to sleep after he has awoken. Fine with me as I love snuggling him up while he is still a little guy.
Well that water must have got his guts going because no later had we laid back down, me cuddled up to his warm sleepy body when he lets out mega gas. And I mean mega. In sound and smell.
I giggled to myself and he whispered sleepily, ‘excuse me’. I thought that was the end of it. But then the smell hit. He started to cry and complain about how stinky my room was. He angrily, with that tired-induced impatience all our children get, told me to stop tooting because they smelled…excuse me? He was not only blaming me for those monstrous smells but telling me off for them too, after he himself had asked to be excused. Sleepy confusion, annoying normal toddler behaviour? I wasn’t sure.
Either way, as most mothers would, I set him straight.
“You have gas buddy, don’t you remember tooting just now?”
“NO Mumma! It was you and you smell.”
Tears ensue. He cries he can’t sleep because it smells so bad. And yes, it was stinky. The more he moved the noxious gas wafted into our faces and he was set off again. I was finally able to calm him and the less he moved the less the smell spread. He was just about to doze off when he must have caught a sniff of it again. He was almost away in dreamland and so his complaints were quieter, less tears were involved but he still made his point.
“Your room smells like manure, like horse manure. It really smells.” His words were slow but meaningful and thought out. And yes it was the truth at that moment in time.
How do you get a 3 year old to fall asleep when the bed he is sleeping in smells like a freshly pooped in stable?
“Honour it does smell like horse manure, you’re right. Let’s pretend you are sleeping with the horses in their barn ok. Get all snuggled down in the hay and fall asleep.”
And that was it. He was asleep, in dreamland with the horses who stunk up his bed, my bed.
At least he wasn’t blaming it on me anymore.