Ruby gave me a new bedtime stalling tactic I hadn’t heard before. In nine years of parenting and now six kids, I’ve heard a few. Pretty sure Ruby’s topped them all.
“Pajamas and teeth, Ruby.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t find my teeth.”
And then… she looked at me most sheepishly, realized the error of her dreamed-up excuse, and changed her story.
“Oh, uh, yeah, I can find them.” And off she went.
I’m sure glad she found them. That was close.
