My boy had the case of "The Sillies" tonight at bedtime. After getting his teeth brushed, he ran from me and to his room. I made a pit stop at Delanie's room to check what was going on in there, and then went back to Pax's room. When I went back into his room, Pax was no where to be found.
This isn't a new trick. Pax always hides when it's time for nap or bedtime (along with all 2 1/2 year olds around the world). He has only two places to go: under his crib, or in his closet.
I guess I could've gone and checked each place, and then pulled him out and put him to bed, but what fun would that have been? I knew a way to get my boy to spill the beans on his where- abouts.
I pulled out his favorite book at the moment. It's called "My Very Own Name". It has his name all spelled out, first and last, and a cute little story for how each letter was picked out.
me: Well, I guess I'll just read this name book all by myself. I don't know where Paxton is.
Pause
me: OK, I guess I'll just get started with out him.
Pause
me: On June 12, 2005....
The Crib with a voice that sounds just like Paxtons: Hey! That's MY BIRTHDAY!!
He just can't keep quite when he hears that date.
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