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 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.