Elliot's been a bear at bedtime lately from getting pajamas on to brushing teeth to getting into bed all before yelling and singing in bed in a valiant effort to keep himself awake for a solid 2 hours before his body gives up in exhaustion - it's a struggle every day that's getting older by the second.
Last night he asked to sleep in his clothes and being a battle we're not going to fight, Fred obliged his request. Then laid down the law telling him no more special game time (read: trying to break the precious iPad) unless he can go to bed quietly like a big boy and not like the writhing baby he's been.
So, much to my surprise, he went to bed peacefully.
For a while.
About 30 minutes later I hear a voice pipe up from his room.
E: Mommy? Will you come in here please?
A: What do you need?
E: I want pajamas.
A: Nope, sorry. No pajamas. You wanted to sleep in your clothes and you're supposed to be asleep so lay down and go to bed.
E: But I want jammas.
A: Sorry.
E: But I want---
A: Elliot James, what did Daddy say? Don't start crying or there's truly no iPad games for you.
E: (Very meek voice) But I want jammas.
A: Nope, sorry. Go to bed.
E: I could take off my clothes.
A: (Exasperated) Fine, do whatever you want, sleep in your underwear, I don't care, just go to bed.
I went in around 10pm to tuck him in and the kid's naked as a jailbird wearing only his Batman socks. He might be stubborn (a trait from his father)(surely)(SHUTup) but at least he keeps his word.
2 comments:
This left me giggling hysterically. My children now think I am insane. Thanks for the smile.
My funny fix for the day. Oh that Elliot. It's hard to get ahead of him isn't it?
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