Mommy, I'm thirsty

He stood at my doorway in his pajamas and repeated this about 10 times. I replied, ' no, it's time for bed, buddy." It was like a no-drama, son-to-mommy showdown. 

We had cut off liquids in hopes that he wouldn't pee during the night. 

I heard him go potty. I heard him wash his hands. Then I heard the water on a long time. I walked over to the bathroom and saw him leaning over, with his face under the faucet, taking long satisfying drinks. He finished up, dried his hands, and saw me. 

He said, "Mommy, I went potty, and I drunk water!" 

Yes, you sure did. And I felt pretty proud. Proud that he solved his problem on his own, and that he told me about it right away. He's so great, my heart could really just burst with love and pride.