A little night visitor
August 22nd, 2011My bedtime routine — iPod with Master and Commander & iPad with Solitaire and Monopoly and PvZ.
His bedtime routine — do everything possible to avoid sleep.
I went to bed early, gave out extra kisses, popped in the earbuds.
He pops in. “Can I lay with you? I want to go to sleep with you.”
Me: “Give me and kiss and go back to bed.”
A few minutes later, I start hearing a strange musical noise. I check the iPad, the volume is completely muted. I’m thinking it’s some recording artifact on the audiobook. I hear it again. It’s constant. It’s annoying.
I take out an earbud. The music is louder. The music is in my room. “Don’t cross the street in the middle in the middle in the middle in the middle in the middle of the block…”
Me: “Colin!”
Him (peeking out from behind my door, with his MP3 player): “It’s your favorite song. I brought it for you. Can I play Monopoly?”
Me: “How do you know I’m playing Monopoly?”
Him: “I could hear you.”









