Fast forward to bedtime tonight. William wanted to take my iPhone to bed with him so he could play games. I said, "If you were the parent and you had a child who totally freaked out, said hurtful words, and slammed their bedroom door earlier in the day, would you allow them to take an iPhone to bed and play games?" He thought about it for a minute and then he said, "I wouldn't allow my kid to, but I think you should allow me to." I said, "I'm going to leave it up to you. You do what you think you deserve." He took the phone upstairs with him but this is what I found when I went to go check on him a little later.
See the phone there on the ladder to his bunk bed? And it was still on the the last thing I'd looked at as opposed to one of his games when I turned it on. He's only 4 but he made a good decision for himself tonight, I think. He's a good boy. That craziness this afternoon is something I hope to not see again for a long time. I think he feels the same way. It must be hard to be 4 sometimes.