My child is the master of delaying sleep. He’s written the book on it. He knows all the tricks.
But I’m wise to his game. This is my reply to his sleep delay manifesto:
My darling Thud,
I see you in your jammies and you smell like heaven. I could cuddle you all day. In fact, let’s do that tomorrow instead of you just running away from me all day. Let’s just cuddle, ok?
But now it is night-time and mummy is tired.
Please go to sleep.
I’ve read you five books and I think that’s about enough education for today. You seem developmentally on target. I mean, what do I pay all that money to day care for if it isn’t to provide you with the sound, educational experience that I don’t have the skills to do myself? They seem to be doing a bang-up job, so I’m not feeling particularly guilty about this one.
Just go to sleep now, ok?