Don't say what I say.

Aiden, Aiden, Aiden.

Progress to share -

When kiddo gets in trouble for anything (climbing onto a chair that he put on top of a table to mess with something that he's been told a billion times to leave alone), he goes into this weird parrot

zombie state as a defense mechanism I guess.

He's rendered incapable of answering questions. For example,

Why did mommy put you in time out?

Why did mommy put me in time out?

Why are you in time out?

Why am I in time out?

Aiden, what did you do that made mommy put you in time out?

What did I do to make mommy put me in time out?


OH MY FUCKING GAHD.

Ok, BUT!

Two days ago he started getting it, and responding with actual answers.

So good. Happy Mama. Happy Mommy. Happier kiddo.