Bedtime silliness drives me bananas.
It might not be so bad if I didn't have TWO little boys bouncing off the walls--and each other--and getting exponentially goofier every minute. If I don't put a stern stop to it, the tiredness makes them slide into nothing-stops-the-giggling mode. Nothing, that is, except separating them, or spanking them--and even then only sometimes. When I can't separate them into different rooms because I'm trying to put them to bed--let's just say, it makes me want to rip my hair out. Or someone else's.
So tonight, as I was toweling Skyler's hair dry after a swim at the pool, he began spiraling downhill into goofwad mode. "Skyler, stop being silly," I warned him.
"Mommy. "He gazed up at me sorrowfully. "Why won't you let me do my main passion?"