...Small Fry collapses in a tearburst that's Oscar-worthy!
Scene: Den, where I am sitting in front of my laptop, when Small returns from the potty.
Small: Where's Medium Fry?
Me: Getting ready for bed, which is what you need to do.
Small: But I was going to sing another song!
Me: You told me you wanted to sing one song. You sang one song.
Small: I wanted to sing three songs!
Me [firmly]: You said you wanted to sing one song. You sang one song.
Small [lip quivering]: But that's not what I meant!
Me: I can't just know what you meant. I have to go by what you said. You said one song. You sang one song. And now it's after 8:00, so you have to go get ready for bed.
Small teared up and slunk out of the room and went whimpering up the stairs.
It's clear that she especially is suffering from lingering overtiredness after our vacation to Florida last week. I insisted on naps earlier today for the twins, but she's still crabby. I can hear her shouting at her sisters upstairs.
I should have imposed an earlier bedtime.