Our two and a half year old at bedtime, every day of the week:
Mommy: “Lie down now, honey. It’s time to go to sleep.”
Toddler: “No! It’s time to wake up! Wake up, mommy!”
Our two and a half year old in the mornings on weekends:
Toddler: “It’s time to wake up, mommy! Wake up, daddy!”
Mommy/Daddy: “No, it’s still sleep time.”
Toddler: “Wake up! Wake up, everybody!”
Mommy/Daddy: “Stop bouncing on the bed pleeeeeeeeease…”
Our two and a half year old in the mornings on weekdays:
Mommy/Daddy: “It’s time to get up now, honey.”
Toddler: “No, it’s time to sleeeeeeeeep.” *rolls away, closes eyes*
Mommy/Daddy: “No, it’s time to wake up. We have to get up and get dressed.”
Toddler: *rolls back, holds up a finger to his mouth* “Sssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
*Ginsberg’s Theorem is a parody restatement of the laws of thermodynamics:
Prologue: You have to play the game (zeroth law)
- You can’t win (first law)
- You can’t break even (second law)
- You can’t even get out of the game (third law)
Featured photo was taken on 4 April, but the smug mile on his face really felt like an appropriate illustration of today’s post. The only other alternative would have been a gif of me facepalming myself repeatedly.
The Feathered Rose 