He started crying. I apologized for being the bad guy, yet again, as I'd put the peas on his plate and I was the one that was supposed to get the movie. I asked him if he wanted to walk to the potty or if I should pick him up.
Jet said, "Please pick me up." So I did, and on the way to the potty Jet said, "You shouldn't be the bad guy, Momma. No one likes bad guys."
"They'll be mad at me?"
"No, they'll hit you. I don't want them to hit you, so don't be the bad guy, momma."
"Oh. Okay, Jet. I won't be."
Satisfied, he used the potty, washed his hands, and lay down on the couch with his Thomas movie, and was asleep within minutes.
