Drew is notorious for his distaste of bedtime. He apparently sees it as a punishment secondary only to the removal of toenails without anesthesia.
Here is the lowdown of tonight's battle, after multiple delays and "forgetful" moments...
Me: You are grounded.
Insert wailing...I'm talking tears and snot, people.
Me: (Because he is really going at it. Seriously overreacting to being grounded). "Do you know what grounded means?"
Deep breath from the boy followed by a long and tearful "NO!!!"
I duck my head and pull my hair across my mouth, unable to stifle the laughter bubbling up from the depths. I actually have to walk away for a second while he stares at me incredulously, wondering why I am making such weird sounds. Sometimes it is so hard to be firm. Keeping a straight face in times like this is nearly impossible!
For. The. Love.