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Bedtime Stories

A selection of the excuses used recently to delay the inevitable onset of the dreaded bedtime (some sweeter than others) ...
  • "But I can't go to sleep yet! I don't know what to dream about."
  • "There's a scary noise in my room. I think it might be a vampire."
  • "I'm h-u-n-g-r-y!"
  • "My pajamas make me itchy."
  • "I've been trying to count sheep but they keep running away."
  • "Firstborn keeps farting really loudly and it's waking me up."
  • "I can't get to sleep because I keep worrying that you're all going to die and then I'll be all alone."
  • Thirty minutes after being put to bed: "I've been to sleep already and I'm not tired anymore."
  • "My bed's scary. Can I sleep in your room so I can smell you on your pillow?"  

Comments

Unknown said…
They're all so cute - I wish I'd thought of some of them when I was little!
10:25 pm
Anonymous said…
The easiest way I find to get my little ones off to sleep is to join them! I usually get off to sleep before they do!
10:27 pm
Kate B. said…
my children are extraordinarily talented at the art of b*llsh*t. I guess it's not surprising considering they're the offspring of an ex-PR girl and a lawyer. :-)
3:10 pm
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