Oh yeah.......

I forgot to mention the other stipulations Sam put on me during the bedtime fiasco.  If I talked during rocking we had to start over.  When we started over, he said I couldn't talk, move my hands, touch his hair, blink, etc.  This is all too common and frustrating.  Kind of like the statues if you read previously.  Oh boy, and if we don't do these things - guess what.......?  Yep, battle.

Going down stairs, he slides his hands down the rails all the way to the end and around the corner until the rail stops; he has to button/zip his shirts & jackets all the way up; the zippers on his pants have to go all the way up; we have to count to five when he brushes his teeth; and the list goes on.    

Good night.