At bedtime last night, Gracie asked if she could sleep with Bean. We let them do this occasionally, but it’s usually been for special occasions (the night of the Fourth of July, for example) or on weekends as special treats. Yesterday, though, we had had a big day and I knew Gracie was tired, so I told her that, no, she needed to sleep in her own bed.
“But WHY??????” she asked.
“Because it isn’t a weekend,” I explained, as I tucked her into her own bed.
Chris came in a few minutes later to kiss her goodnight, and he said she asked him the same thing. “But WHY can’t I sleep with Beanie?”
“Because it isn’t the weekend, sweetie, and because Mommy already told you no.”
Chris came downstairs and we curled up on the couch together to watch some TV. About 20 minutes later, we heard this loud crash upstairs. Chris ran up to investigate, and didn’t come down for about 20 minutes. A good wife would have gone up and helped him with whatever was going on.
I just sat there and waited.
He came back down a few minutes later, laughing quietly to himself.
“So, the noise was Bean falling off of a chair.”
“A chair?!?!” I asked.
“Yes, a chair. But I never found out why he was standing on a chair because as soon as I got into Bean’s room, Gracie went running out trying to hide from me.”
We were both cracking up at this point. “What the heck is going on up there after we come downstairs?!?!” I cried.
“I have no idea! I told Gracie to go get back in her bed right now, but she said she couldn’t because her pillow, bunny and blanket were in Bean’s bed.”
Ahhhh… now it was making sense.
“She is so stubborn!” I laughed.
“I know! When I was putting her bed back together and tucking her in again, she was still demanding, ‘But WHY can’t I sleep with Bean?!'”
That child is beyond stubborn. Seriously. She’s stubborn to some kind of superhero power level. Super Stubborn. I’m going to get her a cape.
Fast-forward to 5:00 this morning. What were YOU doing at 5:00 this morning? I’ll tell you what I was doing. I was waking up to the very quiet whisper of a blonde superhero.
“Mooooooom,” Gracie whispered. “MOOOOOOOOOM…”
“What Gracie?” I asked.
“Shhhh… Be quiet. Don’t wake Daddy.”
(Oh, no, of course we wouldn’t want to wake DADDY…)
“What do you need, Gracie?” I asked.
She put her chin on my bed so that we were eye to eye, and she put her little hands on each side of my face, pulling my head so that we were, literally, nose to nose.
“Why can’t I sleep with Beanie?” she whispered.
“Gracie, go get back in bed,” I said, turning over.
“But WHY?” she continued.
“Because I said so, Gracie,” I groaned, trying to get back to a comfortable sleeping position.
“Can I sleep with him tonight?” she whispered.
“Yes, fine, whatever,” I mumbled into my pillow.
And then she gave me this smug smile and strutted out of our bedroom. Seriously. She ACTUALLY strutted.
From the depths of deep sleep came Chris’s quiet voice. “She scares me.”