"Is that the owl?"
"Why is the owl sad?"
"Because the monkey landed on her baby owl."
"Why is there only one monkey?"
"Because there just is."
"Where are the elephants?"
"There are no elephants in this book."
"Why aren't there any elephants in this book?"
"Because it's not an elephant book."
"And they all lived happily ever after, goodnight!"
"That's not the end, Mom! You have to read about the lion! (Duh)"
Hey, can't blame a tired mom for trying. So, after I gave Brooklyn her traditional "fishy kiss", I kissed Lexi and then
After getting the youngest three tucked in, I usually head to my room to read email or write. Before my butt even hits the chair, Clay has gotten out of bed.
"Can I have some water?"
"Same as every night of your life."
He fills a cup, drinks half a teaspoon (yep, he really needed that water), then jumps like a kangaroo back to his bed.
Twenty-eight seconds later, he's up again.
"Ummm, I just want to ask you a question."
"What?!" I snap because I get cranky when I hear my name repeated again and again for no particular reason.
"Ummm, Mom, is tomorrow going to be a good day?"
blink blink pause
"GO. TO. BED!"
This continues for the next five hours with each child taking turns getting out of bed just to be told to get back in bed. They don't tell you this part when you fill out the Mommy Application. Grandmas tell me I'm going to miss this when they're all out of the house. But I never hear these grandmas offer to come tuck my kids in to bed. Coincidence? I think not!