I was putting Sloane to bed tonight, which is one of my favorite
times of the day. We have a little routine. We read three books, usually
Dora-related although I try to sneak in some of my favorites too. Then
we sing three songs starting with Good Night Moon, the song Tagg and I made up years ago and has since become a family favorite.
Sloane and I made up our own verse so it's her song too:
Good night moon.
You're here too soon.
I'm not ready to go night-night.
I'll get my jammies, we'll sing some songs,
give everyone a kiss good
night.
(at which point she gives me like a dozen open-mouth, adorable,
sloppy, toddler fish kisses).
We usually follow that up with You Are My Sunshine, and then Twinkle Twinkle or Soft Kitty.
Tonight
was a little different. We finished Good Night Moon and then Sloane
told me to get in the bed, her little tiny toddler bed which is already
full of crap - blankets, dolls, animals, books. But I thought she wanted
to cuddle so I curled right up. So sweet. Incredibly adorable. I can't
wait for the snuggles. And then she slid out of the bottom end of the
bed and headed for the door.
Me: Where are you going, Sloaney-boo?
Sloane: It's night-night time, mommy. Sleepy time. I turn off light and close door.
Totally ready for snuggles and cuteness, I'm thinking this is the most adorable thing EVER. Until she turned off the light, and closed the door.
And then left.
Apparently she was putting me to bed for a change.
Well played, dear girl. Well played.
