Due to my own sorry time management skills and general sloth-like nature, the girls got to stay up later than usual. It was just about bedtime when I got them in the bath, so Lily was running low on rational and pleasant behavior and well on her quick way to transforming into the nightmare monkey she becomes when she is overtired.
There is no reasoning with Nightmare Monkey.
Nightmare Monkey is an unstoppable force.
The original plan was bath then bed, but Lillian refused to get out of the tub. Ever try to pick up a three-year -old that doesn’t want to be picked up? Try doing it when the three- year- old is soaking wet, it’s like wrestling with an insane screaming hippo with zero sense of self preservation.
This meant I had to make a bargain with the small creature that was basically in power at this point. I told her that if she got out and put on her pajamas, then I would let her finish watching the movie they had started before dinner (Boss Baby- it was free) and have popcorn. My offer was accepted and so bedtime was pushed back another forty minutes. I could only hope that fatigue would hinder her flailing ability enough to allow me to carry her to bed if need be.
Fortunately, Nightmare Monkey is mercurial in nature, and had gone cuddly by the end credits. However, somewhere between teeth brushing and actually getting into the bedroom she had gotten a second wind.
I tried to get her tucked in but she’s chosen this moment to realize her lyrical genius and begins singing, “ ..doooon’t put dead ferrets ooon your heeead!”
Violet then decides to start waxing philosophical from the top bunk. “What if the world was made of skin? Like everything was just skin?”
From the bottom bunk, Lily continued. “…doooon’t put dead books iiiiin your eeeyes!” She now incorporated an upper body wiggle dance involving pointing her fingers in the air.
Top bunk: “Or what if the world was made of nothing. Like it was just nothing. We wouldn’t even exist!”
Bottom bunk: ” …..doooon’t put dead bugs ooon your buuuutt!”
Me: 
