Trying out taking the side off of K’s crib.
Told the little punk with Extreme Dad Voice that Under No Circumstances was he to get out of bed and roam around the house.
I’m sitting on the couch doing Very Important Adulting Things (surfing Facebook).
Thumps. Giggles. A blonde goblin in a diaper tiptoes round the corner, looking back at his sister and grinning with the sheer joy of disobedience.
Suddenly he spots me sitting on the couch.
We stare at each other. I’m trying to be fierce with a straight face. His smile slithers away.
He backs up slowly into the room. He may possibly think that I just might not have seen him. Just to be sure, he begins intoning what sounds like an ancient kid-wizard protection spell at me (something like “bed bed bed bed”). He’s determined to lull Daddy Ogre into inaction…
He disappears, and there’s a thump and more giggles. He doesn’t come out again.
I haven’t got the heart to discipline him for his transgression. Although I’m pretty sure he will end up sound asleep, spread-eagled, on the floor tonight.