Ultimate Control

Tonight we were watching a movie, Flicka. Jonathan told me that he wanted to sleep with us tonight. I asked why and he said that he was afraid to go to sleep because he might have bad dreams from the movie. I told him that he would be able to sleep, he takes medication to help him sleep. Then he told me that he could make me go to sleep. I laughed and said, "wow, that is the ultimate control, isn't is son?" After his little pouting session about "being laughed at", we talked about how we just enjoy him. He got the point and laughed at himself when I said, "can I MAKE you poop in your pants?"