Yesterday you went down for your nap later than normal. There were consequences. You had no intention of going to be, even as Mommy sang as you screamed. She put you down and went to our room to read a bit with the door slightly open so she could make sure you fell asleep.
As mommy read you continued to scream and then it stopped. This silence was followed by an “Ouch. Ouch.” Mommy listened hard to make sure you were still ‘alive’ when suddenly she heard the sound of your door opening and your little foot steps walking towards the room.
You announced with all of the gusto your tear-streaked, snooty-nosed self would allow, “Abby watch Sesame Street!” and then walked to the TV … AND TURNED IT ON!
Well, that ended with Mommy picking you up and putting you to bed, although this time you were a little more willing to stay in your crib.
And thus begins the troublesome teen years.