Of late (especially on days when there is no nap), Parker (after being put through the night routine of scriptures, articles of faith, teeth brushed, potty attempt, stories, and laying down by him for "five" minutes) waltzes (more like a tiptoe), out of his room and with a sheepish grin and hands behind his back declares, "I've got to tell you something." It of course is not enough for one of us to hear so he then declares, "both of you". The routine seems to go as follows:
On the first "I've got to tell you something" he notifies us that he has to go "number one". He does, washes his hands, and goes to bed (with of course us tucking him in)
On the second "I've got to tell you something" he lets us know that "his stomach is telling me that it is hungry." It would be easy to deny such a request if it was a "treat" but through that innocent face and pitiful plea he requests an "orange". Of course he has to peel it and eat it with us. By now it has been a good 20 minutes since we have "put him down."
The third "I've got to tell you something" is more forceful. He puts us in our place and says, "You both need to go to sleep." After reminding him who is in charge (but at this point realizing who REALLY is in charge), he dashes off to bed, with of course us tucking him in.
It is at this point that he finally gives in and the night is free. We then realize that his creativity is just beginning.
The fourth "I've got to tell you something" he excitedly shows us his tag on his "jammies" and pronounces this as if he had never noticed it before. This of course must of been a decoy he conjured up as he was laying on his bed as he looked around and pronounced "you maybe are watching a movie?" Busted. He then notices mom with her bowl of cereal, "you maybe are eating something?". Guilty as charged and no maybes about it. Mom is kind and gives him a bite of her cereal and once again he is off to bed, tucked in and finally going to sleep.
What a night. What a boy.