OK, OK... this blog is really for giving testament to the inspired and funny things K says, but, every once in a while, there are some verbal gemstones that fall from the lips of the parents and other adults in K's entourage. One such came from B tonight...
As always seems to happen, just when we get a working strategy, a plan for a happy ending, or other "solution" for a recurring issue, K gets a little too used to things and has to crank things up a notch. Such has been our experience with the bedtime routine.
For quite a while, the winning sequence was bath, night clothes, teeth, hair, story, potty, climb into crib, maybe another quick story, a song from us and then "telling her something" -- like a story from our past about the cats or other creature she knows. She'd drift off happily to sleep, and all was well. Of course, now, despite all the wondrous accouterments, the evening invariably ends in tears.
Our new mandate is that the crying must abate, or we'll close her door. Of course, that always elicits more tears, then another door closing threat, and then, finally, after a few sobs and sniffles, she'll relent to the sleep that's been chasing her for an hour.
So, tonight, after a rainy evening spent watching Annie, we skipped the bath and put the tired kid to bed with the remainder of the usual routine. Of course, she cried and did her best to forestall the inevitable. I was in our bedroom as I heard B go back in to her room to try to get her waterworks to stop. As he left her room, she said, "But I am crying!"
I heard him say, "OK, you can cry, as long as you're lying down."
Not sure if that's as funny to you as it was to me -- knowing what a master negotiator she is, but it made me laugh. That's the most pitiful consolation I've ever heard. But, after he left, she settled right down. Can't give 'em an inch...
