The other night, bedtime was bad. No, really, I mean it B-A-D.
Most nights, the kids are a little excited. We usually give them a bath right before bed. I’ve read that for some kids, this is a “calming time”. For ours, well, if WWIII started while they are in the bathtub, I doubt we would notice.
This night was worse.
Jamie got straight into bed, which I thought was odd. But hey, I’ll take what I can get. Cassie started out ok. We read our books. But she wanted another book. We’ve been down this road, so I put my foot down and put her in bed.
She kicked….and screamed…and kicked….and screamed. Time seems to CRAWL during scenes like this. 45 minutes later, she is STILL kicking and screaming “I NOT stay bed…I NOT!!!”.
Suddenly, I felt a light pressure against my shoulder. I turned, and there was Jamie with those big old eyes. He looked at me with his head slightly cocked and said in a very calm, non-chalant manner:
“Daddy, Cassie is crazy.”
He then turned around and went right to sleep. Wow….I still don’t know quite how to respond to that. Simple..sweet…to the point,”Cassie is crazy.”
45 minutes later, a change of the guard from Mommy to Daddy and back again, and our “Precious Angel” finally went to sleep.
Well Jamie, Cassie may be crazy. But I think that she just got there slightly before the rest of us.
