Tonight I felt confident going into bedtime. Dare I say cocky? I had the ace in the hole. Halloween, the most sacred holiday for a soon to be five year old. And I was going to use it to my full advantage.
I CAN'T SLEEP.
I HAVE NIGHTMARES.
LET ME DO SOMETHING FUN.
The typical excuses rolled easily off Big E's tongue. They are empty and meaningless to me now, as I hear them on a regular basis.
I wasted no time pulling out the big guns.
BIG E, GO TO BED RIGHT NOW OR WE ARE NOT GOING TRICK OR TREATING TOMORROW!
He looked at me with his soulless eyes and declared that he didn't want to go trick or treating.
I'm raising a robot child.