DON'T CALL ME NIC!!!!

Those were the words shouted to me from the 3 year old this morning. He told me he will never be called Nic again! "I am Dominic, a big boy. I go to school and I sleep in a big boy bed. I NOT Nic!"

Fine, I can try to call him Dominic, although, since finding out he was a boy during an ultrasound, I have called him Nic. Even Mr. Crafty, who was totally against calling him Nic, has, on occasion, called him Nic. I guess we will put a stop to that A.S.A.P. Although, after this little conversation (read that as him screaming at me, not talking, he is in a horrible mood), I asked him where "big boys" go to the potty. He happily tells me that big boys go potty in the bathroom. Absolutely! He's right. So, I ask, "Where do YOU go to the bathroom?" and he answers with "mostly in my pull ups"!

Obviously, I will not be winning this conversation.