What do you think he was thinking?

My dear little boy is fully toilet-trained. Since he was a little over two. *Proudz, curtsy, curtsy* Heck, no, he was ready, I didn't force! In case some parents think I am wicked! Muuahahhaaaa!

He knows how to go to the toilet by himself when he's at school. Back home, he's a little manja though, and always wants either Wilkin or myself to go with him. Or when he's reeeeaally urgent, he'll do it on his own.

In the middle of the night though, usually when I will still be awake romancing the keyboard, I'll accompany him when he comes out from his room. I'll pretend not to hear him, and he will come right next to me and stare at me straight in the face, bleary-eyed, hair standing, rubbing his tummy (typical man!) and all.

Anyway, this morning, according to Wilkin, it was 6.15am and I heard pitter-patter foot steps. Came right up to our door, and then stopped. Then he walked away. Wilkin and myself let him be. He's done this before.

6.30am Wilkin woke up to get ready for work. He saw Aidan standing in his room. Asked him what he was doing, and Aidan answered 'Wee wee arr.' Dada took Aidan to the toilet and Aidan did a wee, and also discovered that his pants was wet, a little on the carpet too.

The poor little boy must have been standing in his room for 15 minutes trying to with-hold his pee. And when he wet his pants, he didnt' want to get up the bed. Standing there, wet in the pants, in the cold. Why didn't he wake us up leh? Made me feel so bad now. Oh, ccaaaayyyaaaaannnnnngg!

There is a little problem with the toilet door handle. Sometimes he can't open it. Must make it a point to leave it a little ajar at night.

My poor little darling! Oooo hooooo hooooooo.....