About once each week, The Kidling gets out of bed after she has been tucked in. Once in a blue moon, this solitary exodus is justified. The Mama has been known to forget to put a Pull-Up on. Typically, though, the excuses are anything but persuasive and far below The Kidling’s intellectual capacity.
In short, they are lame.
All things considered, Alice still hit a new low earlier this week. Shortly after bedtime, The Dada and I heard footsteps scurrying down the stairs. Just as we exchanged glances, she popped her little head around the corner, declaring, “I have to go potty! (pause) I mean (pause) I’m hot!”
The Mama giggled.
Then The Dada giggled.
And The Kidling giggled.
And The Family giggled, and giggled, and giggled… for a long, long time.
Finally, The Kidling marched her naughty little bottom back up the stairs, tucked herself in, and fell fast asleep.