I remember, on more than one occasion, listening to The General's mom tell stories about how her second born son was her best sleeper as a baby. That statement was usually immediately followed with stories of how The General was also the child notorious for coming up with excuses for staying up late when bedtime rolled around. I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree because in just the last week I have been part of the following exchanges with Punkin as she states her case for why she can not stay in her bed:
"I need my window open."
"No, you don't. Get back in bed."
"But I need some a-yo*!"
"Get back in bed, Punkin."
"But mommy, I need to get my (looking frantically around the living room in search of a suitable object) puppy!"
"I need a drink."
"You're fine. Get back in bed."
"But I'm SO sursty**!"
"Go to bed, Punkin."
"But, I have to go to the bafroom!"
"Punkin! Get back to bed right now!"
"But mommy, I'm still scayuhed*** of the dawk****"
"Mommy, I can't go to bed. It's raining!"
"Well, it's not raining in your room. Now get in your bed!"
And after two hours of game playing last night she pulled out a new one, my favorite to date:
"I just not a vewy good sweepuh*****"