Time Out, Toes

Bedtime with Posey is not ideal, not least of all because it is still happening in our bed. In effect, she has pushed one or the other of us out. We try to trade off.

The routine is essentially composed of three part:
Stories. (Do-Wah!)
Hugs and Begging: Night-night, night-night. I have to go potty. I have to go potty again.
Waiting: I try to pay as little attention to her as possible so that she can grab her little corner of blanket and get lost in its soothing cornerness, and drift to sleep.

The waiting part is usually a productive time for me, because I can open my laptop and get some work done.

Last night, however, in the middle of waiting, suddly she placed her right foot directly on top of my computer screen. I lifted her foot off and replaced it onto the bed without saying much to her.

She lifted both feet in the air and began talking to them.

"Heddo, feet. Heddo, toes. What doin?"
She dropped her left foot to the bed, then dropped the right foot on top of it.

"No, Toes. Es not nice to hit friends. We don't hit friends. Time out!"

And she put her foot back on my computer screen.

"Time out, Toes! Okay?"

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[ppb]

Teh cuteness. It is killing me.