The other day as I tucked him into bed he told me, “Don’t like my bed…It’s too rusty.”

His bed is wood – I’m assuming he chose the word rusty because it’s brown.  When I pointed out the fact that his bed is wooden and not “rusty,” he said, “Don’t want a wood bed.  I want a p’astic (plastic) one!”

I got a kick out of that one, and thought all the funny was done for the night.

But it got even better.

His eyelids were growing heavy as I sang his lullaby.  That’s when he started poking my arm.

”  ‘uubies,” he said, a slight smile on his face.

I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but I acknowledged him and told him, “Rubies are a red stone.”

“No,” he laughed.  “Boobies.  You have boobies.”

“Yes,” I said and returned to singing.   Of course, by then he was starting to get his second wind.

“Where are they?” he asked.

I told them they were under my shirt, to which he said he wanted to see them.

Yes, I should have ignored ‘uubies from the start….

But, then I had to ask him why he wanted to see them… To which he replied, “I love boobies!”

I admit it, I had to lay my head down on the bed so he wouldn’t see me laughing.

What funny things have your little ones said at bedtime?

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“I want to do it myself,” she says when I hold up the jammies. Great, I think. She needs to become a little more independent. Next thing I know she is yelling, “I can’t do it!” I reach for the jammies to help her and she grabs at them, “No!! I want to do it myself!”

95% of the time, bedtime all goes smoothly. Not tonight. It’s like a switch was flipped in her brain…all of a sudden she is unrecognizable. We go back and forth on the jammie issue a few times until she is screaming and kicking, and I half way expect her head to turn a complete 360 degrees. It doesn’t matter how calm my voice is or that I keep trying to figure out what she wants. She herself no longer knows what she wants.

Eventually I pick up her brother to read to him in another room and get him settled for bed before he, too, gets upset. The screaming continues down the hall a while longer until she is exhausted.

I know she will be out in minutes once her head hits the pillow. The tantrum stemming from the fact that at 3 she will no longer take a nap, and she wakes way too early – eventually it catches up to her. I wish tonight had been more peaceful, but at least tomorrow is another day.

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