Josh had left the gate upstairs unlocked for the third night in a row and the kids had escaped back downstairs for about the bazllionth (or third, since I locked the gate when I put them back) time in those 3 nights. Anyway, I decided to be one of those parents who talks to their kids, so I sat Timothy down beside me and told him that when he goes to bed he needs to stay in bed, yada yada yada. Of course he agrees with everything I say. Then, when I'm done:
"But Mommy?"
"Yes Timothy?"
"You're so beautiful."
You just can't argue with that can you? Of course I realize he was just trying to stay up longer, but that's hardly the point.
Timothy is really starting to read - as evidenced by the fact that he's standing over my shoulder right now saying, “Why does that say but mommy? Hey, it says yes Timothy. You're talking about me? Tell me what it says! Tell me what it says!"
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