My dad once described himself this way: "I never want to go to bed, and then I don't ever want to get up in the morning."
I am The Same Way. I don't want to miss the party and I have never cared about being the early bird.
It's apparently hereditary.
Jack seems to have inherited it. While I realize that no four year old wants to go to bed, Jack is no exception. And while he deigns to enjoy the routine of bath time and story time, he pulls out all the stops after story time to avoid actual sleeping time.
Mom, I'm FURSTY.
Mom, I have to go potty.
Mom, I need to tell you something.
Dad, I need to give you a hug.
Dad, I heard something.
Hey guys, I'm HUNGRY.
Medieval sort that we are, we've acquiesced to one slice of cold bread and a bit of water if he insists that he will waste away from lack of sustenance while waiting for breakfast. If we have the heel of the loaf, that's what I'm giving him.
(Hey man, if you're hungry, a heel of wheat bread will do the trick. But, I digress.)
I also realize, in this rubric of sleep, that nap time is about to end for Jack. This thought fills me with sadness and fear.
These recent pictures from school do my heart a world of good. Napping is still happening, and for each day that is true, I am glad.
Incidentally, a rogue shoe in the bed or blanket overhead is never one of Jack's avoidance tactics.
Now I know why.
Hope you exhibit some charmingly hereditary traits today.