Scene: Friday night, 9:30 pm.
(We’ve started to have the kids eat Friday night dinner with us again, as Shabbat makes the slow slide back to beginning in the mid-afternoon.)
Taxman, AM, and I are settling into bed when a cry emerges from Miss M’s room. We have been trying to get her to bed for an hour, but she keeps bopping out — to use the bathroom, to stare blankly, to ask for more books, to “tell you a secret, Ema!”
“I don’t want to go to bed!”
“Miss M, get back into bed. It’s late. We’re all going to sleep now. Abba is going to tuck you in. Again.”
“But I’m too sleepy to sleep!”
She’s stealing my MO already!