While I've been at church the past two nights, Cate has taken more of a hands-off approach with bedtime, leaving Robert and Colleen to their own devices after a short time.
This involves a lot of giggling and shoving. And eventually, sleeping.
Thursday night, Colleen sang songs to Robert to try to get him to go to sleep. Her memory is rather limited, but she sang Mary Had a Little Lamb, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Jingle Bells. But Robert had enough pretty soon, and stopped listening.
"I think Robert loves Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, you go try that."
So Colleen goes back to the bedroom and asks, in her customary outdoor voice: "Robert, do you still love Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Robert? ROBERT? RO-BERT??"
Colleen came back and reported: "Mom, Robert stopped talking. I can't see his face, there's a pillow over his face."
Yes, Colleen, that's the international sign that he's sleeping.
"He stopped talking!"
Cate replied: "You stop talking! Go to sleep!"
Robert related later that he wasn't really asleep. Robert playing asleep and lying still for any amount of time is a tremendous effort.
Last night I got home before they fell asleep. Robert had been singing for Colleen but was already out of songs, so I finished them off. "I don't sing Up on the Roof or Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," Robert told me.
Future diva, that one.
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