Every night there's the parade of children in and out of our room. They're supposed to be in bed, they can't seem to stay there. Tonight they followed, one after the other...
Archer: Dad, Eli got into my bed and I told him to get in his own bed but he won't get in his own bed.
Close on Archer's heels
Elijah: Dad, I got in Archer's bed and he told me to get in my own bed but I won't get in my own bed.
Much laughing, sorry I know this is not how parenting is supposed to work but E followed Arch so he could tattle on himself???
There were instructions to go back to bed, Archer would allow Eli to climb into bed with him and Dad would move Eli in fifteen minutes.
Five minutes later (maybe less), the parade commences.
Archer: Dad, Eli keeps hitting me and he won't stop.
Again close on Archer's heels
Elijah: Dad, I was hitting Archer.
Again I know we shouldn't laugh, this is why he doesn't take us seriously, Archer is both angry and laughing at the story that's unfolding. However, I have work to do, I don't want a third parade in five minutes and so...
Game over - Mom steps in and shoos the boys off to bed, their own beds, no more talking, laughing, sitting up, asking for water, anything. Bed time.
Five minutes later -
Both boys fast asleep. Victory!
Followed by an appearance by Shelly. Sigh. They'll ALL be asleep eventually, right?
Bad dream discussed, daughter led back to bed, tucked in between her puppy, giraffe, cardinal, doll (anyone else?). Hugs, kisses, song, for real bedtime.
Goodnight world!
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