At camp, Hubby was trying to put Number Four to bed for nap time and it wasn't going well. Too much excitement, too much noise and probably too much sugar made for a bad combination. He was in and out of bed, up and down in bed and just wouldn't lay still.
"If you don't lay down, Dad's going to go to sleep without you," he warned after the sixth time out of bed.
Number Four at that point was halfway out the door, ready to follow his brothers to activity time. He turned around just long enough to reply, "Go ahead."
I left before my laughing got in the way of discipline.
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