Tonight my oldest daughter decided that she did not want to go to bed. She would much rather stay up and play with mummy and daddy a little bit longer. But of course, mummy and daddy were waiting for all the children to go to bed beforeÂ finishing off the last of the chocolate cake, so the answer was definitely no. I finally got her to bed, using all the humour I could muster in order to avoid a meltdown.
I tucked her into bed, gave her a kiss and prayed for her. And that’s when it started. The uncontrolled crying that produces massive amounts of snot and saliva and simply won’t be stopped. This is not a new thing, but a bit more infrequent these days, for which I’m grateful. But she added a new twist: the pop-up. Imagine Jack in the Box dressed in fuzzy jammies. Almost like her hips had a hinge, she would pop up from the pillow. I asked her to put her head on the pillow and she gave me the look that saidÂ “no habla ingles.” She absolutely refused. I dug in for the long haul. I asked her to please lay down. She wouldn’t. I disciplined her. More crying, more tears.
Finally she laid down, but she wouldn’t put her head on the pillow. She laid there with her head hovering about two inches from the pillow. I had to laugh because she was doing her darndest to do almost exactly what I said, but not quite. I told her to put her head on the pillow. So she did BUT she put her hand underneath her head so that, technically, her head was not on the pillow. An act of pure rebellion. I must admit, I had to stifle a chuckle or two because the girl is pretty clever. I explained to her about Honour your father and mother, which we’ve been memorising. Eventually, after more tears and frustration, she put her head down on the pillow. We prayed together again and I turned out the light.
And yes, the chocolate cake was delicious.