Eliza has a very bright lamp hooked to her bed that she MUST keep on all night. Well, once in a while it burns out and causes chaos. Sunday night it happened again. You know, a smart parent would have 2 or 3 of these on hand for these kinds of emergencies, but we are not that smart. So without her light, and in hysterical, tired tears, I offered her a flashlight (what kid wouldn't love to take a flashlight to bed?) She rejected that. I offered her a dim nightlight in the shape of a cute little mushroom. Rejected. Finally, I left her with nothing.
Tears ensued.
Ben finally caved and brought up a generic desk lamp that we had in storage. He took it up and plugged it in and warned them "Don't touch this and don't let it tip over because if it does, it will probably start a fire."
1 minute later they unanimously agreed that they didn't want that lamp, or any lamp and they would be just fine in the dark.
Parenting.
Tears ensued.
Ben finally caved and brought up a generic desk lamp that we had in storage. He took it up and plugged it in and warned them "Don't touch this and don't let it tip over because if it does, it will probably start a fire."
1 minute later they unanimously agreed that they didn't want that lamp, or any lamp and they would be just fine in the dark.
Parenting.
1 comment:
I am laughing and laughing and laughing over this and no, it has nothing to do with the fact that it's 1 a.m.
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