It's 2:00am, Let's Fight Over Flushing the Toilet...

     A perfect title for my first ever blog story, it truly sets the mood!  First, a brief history:My 5 year old son randomly comes into our room at night.  Sometimes, he has had a bad dream or needs to go to the restroom.  Last night, it was the restroom.  Well, since he deemed me acceptable to escort him to the toilet, I decided "Hmm, I think I'll go too".  I got there first...so I went first.  Fair is fair right?!  Well, I get up, say "Ok, your turn" and walk back to the bed.  The spawn finds this unacceptable.  He REFUSES to use the toilet until I flush it.  Well, I decide that I have catered to his ridiculous demands enough for the moment, and I REFUSE to flush it.  Apparently, he decided, with his tiny little head, that this act of rebellion was worth going on strike against urination.  So, he begins his solo picket line, "criss cross applesauce" mode and all.  At this point, I'm tired, and a little offended!  My excrement isn't good enough to mix with his?! We sat at our impasse for about 3 minutes, and then one of us weakened.  Well, I would love to say that this story ended with me waiting him out and he used the  bathroom or flushed it himself, but it didn't...sleep won over pride, and yes, I flushed it...Mark Twain's quote never fit a more perfect scenario: "Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it".  In my case, a determined and scorned 5 year old boy.