My son has been laying in his bed, singing his ABC’s and counting, for about 45 minutes straight. I think it was that last bite of Almond Joy that did it.
He ate a great dinner, traced his ABC’s, and put on his PJ’s without much fuss. How could I refuse him just one of those teeny tiny little treats in the sand pail that he used for Trick-or-Treat…Plus, I felt it was my duty as a good parent to help him explore his sense of taste. (Oh, the things we do for science.)
I knew better. But, it happens just once a year (OK…Maybe a little more than that…) Besides, I get a nice little serenade and he goes to sleep smiling. “You go, Little Man! You sing those ABC’s.”