Slick

The last couple nights, Brent hasn't wanted to go to bed on time. I love daylight's savings time and the extra sunshine in the evening, but as far as bedtimes go, it isn't a mom's friend.

Anyhow, he's pulling out all the stops. And his new favorite is to put on the big puppy dog eyes and hold his hands out to me and say "Mommy stay with me. I NEED you....". Except words don't do justice to what a child can do with that kind of power. No matter how much you KNOW it is just to prolong bedtime, you still become immediately ridden with guilt. This is how the entire conversation went:

Mommy (enjoying a good relaxing book in the living room)
Brent (plotting in his bedroom)

Brent: MommmmeeeeEEEeeEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeee!!!!!!
Me:.............(ignoring)
Brent: Moooommmmmeeeeeeee. Mooommmmeeeeee. Mooomm------
Me, opening his bedroom door sharply: "What??? For the 10th time..WHAT??"
Brent: Mommy stay with me...stay in here with me. You lay down here.
Me: But you're a big boy now honey, it's time to go to sleep.
Brent: But I'm scared!
Me: What are you scared of baby?
Brent, looking around trying to come up with something: Ummmm.....I'm scared
Me: Of ... what?
Brent: Ummm....stay with me, Mommy. I need you!
Me: You do?
Brent: Uh huh...I need you mommy.
Me: Okay, I can lay down with you for a few minutes, but if I stay, we have to turn off the movie and go to sleep.
Brent, sharply: GO, mommy!
Me: You sure? If you're scared, I can stay!
Brent: NO....you GO. Night mommy.

And that was the end of that. I guess he doesn't need me as much as he needs Spongebob Squarepants.