A daddy blog.
20 January 2009
Books Are Teethrific
"Alright, it's bedtime."
"Don't be stupid. It's only 8:33."
"8:30 is bedtime."
"Your face is bedtime. You have a boarding pass to go with those bags?"
"To bed." (Carries child to nursery, places her in crib, the mattress for which has been dropped almost to the floor so as to keep the kid from climbing out.)
"No." (Reads Pooh. Child hears nothing as she spends the entirety of the story bouncing around the perimeter of the crib. Child is more wound up at end of story. Child is told she can spend the night standing up if she wants, but daddy is turning out the light and getting a drink.)