The other night I was putting the boys to bed. Bedtime isn't quite as hectic and frustrating as it used to be (see part 1), but that doesn't mean that the little
"Seven o'clock is bedtime for you," I reminded Philosopher Child. "And Mommy and Daddy go to bed around ten or eleven." Although it could be later if we are watching a movie or had caffeine.
"Wow!" he said. "You must be tired!"
Finally! He gets it! Staying up later=tired during the day, and that is why he should go to bed!
Only, he is right. I go to bed too late and find it hard to get up in the morning. Out of the mouths of babes, right?