I put Julian to bed this evening around 8:30. There was some fussing, but not as much as usual, and he went down fairly well. He got out of bed around 9 and told me that his shirt was wet (well, duh, that's what happens when you spit water all over yourself!), so I changed him into a new pajama shirt and put him back to bed. I kissed him good night (again) and he said, "Sank you Eema, I love you!"
Half an hour later, I was downstairs on the treadmill when the phone rang. It was my friend A calling to solidify Shabbos plans (they've invited us for dinner). We chatted for a bit and I turned around and saw Julian standing in the doorway.
"Julian! My precious angel, what ever are you doing out of bed, darling boy?" (Yes, I said it just like that...Sarcasm is one of my strong suits) A said she'd better let me go, so I said good bye and turned back to Julian and asked again why he was out of bed.
"Because, because, because I didn't want to be in there!"
"Okay, sweetie, but now it's time to go back to bed and go to sleep."
"No sanks, Eema. I don't want to."
"Well, you have a choice: you can go back to bed, or I can take you back to bed."
"I want you to take me."
"Okay." At this point I started to walk toward him, iPod in one hand, the other hand stretched out to take his hand.
"No, no, no! You have to use TWO hands, Eema!" he said with his own arms outstretched. I put down my iPod and picked him up. He put his head on my shoulders and sighed. I carried him upstairs and he said, "Why is it so dark up here?"
"Because it's time for sleeping."
"But, but, but, it's dark in MY room, too, Eema!"
So I asked if he wanted his closet light on (he has TWO NIGHTLIGHTS!) and he did. I turned on the closet light, gave him a kiss and left him. Three minutes later, he was asleep.