...between the 4 yr old terror called the niece and I.
Her: Put me to sleep.
Me (full love gushing ): Oh sure ! Should i read you a story?
Her: Yeah.The Pinocchio One.
Me: Ok.
We are halfway though the story while she stays wide awake only to butt in right in the middle of the story to recite her own version of how Pinocchio actually turns the master into a puppet!.And so the said story ends.
Me: You are still not sleeping. What do you want me to do?
Her: Ok then sing me a song!
Not accustomed to singing lullabys i break into the all time favorite "Lag Jaaa Galey "at two notes lower than it is suppossed to be sung in .
Her (by now utterly bored and giving me the most condescending "What! You can't get a child to sleep" look): Ok one more story and you can leave .
Me, in obedience and graditude, seek Pinocchio for rescue again.This time she looks semi comatose almost whilst i look up once in a while from the book to check on her. I finish the story but linger on afraid any movement will make her stir. She then suddenly looks at me and says most incredulously "Why you still here?
Right , why was i still there ? Shouldn't one just do what one is told to do?
Her: Put me to sleep.
Me (full love gushing ): Oh sure ! Should i read you a story?
Her: Yeah.The Pinocchio One.
Me: Ok.
We are halfway though the story while she stays wide awake only to butt in right in the middle of the story to recite her own version of how Pinocchio actually turns the master into a puppet!.And so the said story ends.
Me: You are still not sleeping. What do you want me to do?
Her: Ok then sing me a song!
Not accustomed to singing lullabys i break into the all time favorite "Lag Jaaa Galey "at two notes lower than it is suppossed to be sung in .
Her (by now utterly bored and giving me the most condescending "What! You can't get a child to sleep" look): Ok one more story and you can leave .
Me, in obedience and graditude, seek Pinocchio for rescue again.This time she looks semi comatose almost whilst i look up once in a while from the book to check on her. I finish the story but linger on afraid any movement will make her stir. She then suddenly looks at me and says most incredulously "Why you still here?
Right , why was i still there ? Shouldn't one just do what one is told to do?
