Last night, after being put to bed, Zaffron started calling out to me from the bed. A total no-no in our house. Or at least that’s what Russell and I try to communicate. Our request that they not yell from bed is often ignored with glorious abandon by both of the children.
“Mom! MO-OM! I can’t sleep in the top bunk. I need to sleep with Lu in the bottom bunk.”
I don’t answer. It never pays to answer.
“MO-OM… I can’t sleep! Can I move to the bottom bu–u-unk?”
I resist the urge to yell back that there should be no yelling from bed. I hear Zaffy take a deep breath, about to call out again, when Luyanda interrupts her with her very first imitation of me:
“No honey, not today.”