Emile hates going night night. Hate is a strong word, and that is why I use it.
He will do anything he can possibly think of to extend his waking hours. (Meanwhile, I will do anything I can to extend my sleeping hours.) Some of the more common offenders include:
– Tantrums. Enough said.
– Dawdling as he goes up the stairs (“I’m too tired to walk up the stairs.”). Dawdling as he puts his pajamas on. Dawdling as he picks out a story. Etc.
– Talking endlessly about what he’s going to see in his dreams. (This one is my fault. I started it.)
– Sitting on the toilet for as long as possible, insisting that “It’s coming!”
– Asking for a glass of water as we are turning out the lights. You can’t deny water to a thirsty child.
– Talking incessantly as we are turning out the lights. Who wants to walk away and shut the door behind you when your 3 year old is talking?
And my favorites…
– “Daaaaddddyyyyy, coooome baaaaack!! I want a hug and a kiss!”
-“Luuuucccccyyyyy, coooome baaaack!! I want a hug and a kiss!”
Because he knows that, above all, we cannot say no to a hug and a kiss.
Although HE often will say no to a hug and a kiss. Like this morning. James was dropping him off at preschool and he was playing the I’m-too-cool-to-hug-and-kiss-daddy game. So, another little boy runs up to James and starts hugging his legs.
Emile doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like it at all. He runs over, pushes the little kid down with all strength, and yells:
“HEY! THAT’S MY DADDY!”
And James got his hug and kiss from Emile.