This dialogue must appear somewhere in your story: “You know what else children don’t know?”
“You know what else children don’t know?” I asked. “That when they’re older, they’ll miss having all this time that they can sleep.”
“Yeah,” he said, agreeing, “Just look at them – running around. I’m beat. But they’ve still got a full tank!”
He was beginning to sound indignant. I understood. I envy the kids – all their energy. My eyelids were drooping as we spoke.
“So, which one of us should be the bad guy – break the news to them that when they’re older, they’ll miss all the sleep they aren’t getting now?”
He gave me a grin, “I think it’s your turn, dear.”
“Ugh. Okay. Emily! Brodie! Get your butts over here!” I called to my kids.
“Later momma!”shouted Brodie back. “Now, honey!” I replied.
My grubby-looking kids trudged over reluctantly. “Ya?” I asked Emily.
“It’s nap time. Just a short nap – 30 minutes, ok? You’re growing and need your sleep. Remember what I said? You’ll miss all this opportunities to sleep when you’re grown up…”
“..cos we won’t have time to sleep!” they answered in unison. I smiled. I guess they’ve heard this speech before.
I tucked them in and as I left the playroom where I had set up their daybed, I heard them whispering So what do you want to play afterwards?