Last night was one of those doozies. I'm not sure why. Shawn and I had all the kids ready for bed on time and the standard routine went off without a hitch. Nonetheless, two hours later all three kids were still up needing one thing or another. Noah had growing pains, Micah was apparently dehydrated based on the water intake, Celia...
Then I had the following conversation with Noah after going to his room for the fifteenth time or so:
Me: "Why don't you practice your spelling words from today in your head?"
N: "Not using the cards? In my head. Okay." "Dad told me to count to a zillion. I counted to 10 hundred and thirty. I just got done a few minutes ago."
I walked away and let out a serious belly laugh.