Bedtimes have been particularly trying this week. You'll cry and whine during and after supper, so we throw you in the tub around 6:30, read stories at 7:00 and try and hope you'll be sleeping by 7:30.
No such luck. First, it's impossible to get your pajamas on. You have excuse after excuse. You want a bedtime snack - after you've already had one or turned one down. You have to pee. You just need a little tiny story in the dark. You need to turn on the light to pick at your toenails. You need to look out the window and see if it's morning. You need sompfin (something).
I finally got frustrated and said, "Why are you testing me?"
You said with a smile, "'Cuz, Mom. It's funny!"