Even though Sam is almost five we've been hanging onto his quiet time each afternoon. Six days of the week he reads books for 30 to 40 minutes until it's time to "wake up." On Mondays, though, when Cassie is here, Sam naps. Without out fail.
We're glad for these naps. And Sam is too. But they do draw out the Monday night bedtime routine. Tonight, for example, it took Sam over an hour to finally fall asleep and in the meantime he came to check on us six or seven times. He's pretty chill when he comes down. Just wants to know what we're watching or what we're working on or what we think might be going on with a hangnail he has.
Sometimes, though, we have to be really sly about what we're up to. Tonight we were baking cookies. The aroma was a giveaway, but Dave intercepted Sam on the stairs and tried to take him back up.
"Dad, can I smell your breath?" Sam asked.
"No," Dave replied.
Sam put his chin up and sniffed. Then he asked for me. He didn't ask to smell my breath when I arrived, but he did try to snuggle in. I kept my distance and walked him back to his room.
It was a close one. But Sam has to learn sometime that grownups can eat cookies at 8:45 pm if they really want to.
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