Noah and I had a little just-us-boys trip last weekend, and on our last night away he got a serious case of the giggles. It was in the pitch black of our hotel room while I *tried* to get him calmed down and to sleep.
Except if there’s one thing this dad’s bad at, it’s actually wanting my kid to calm down and go to sleep. Bedtime is just too much fun.
So, I *may* have helped him not calm down and not go to sleep, too. I don’t remember.
And a side note to Noah’s mom. I’m sorry for the seriously tired kid I delivered back to you.
But it was boys night. What’d you expect?
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. Do any of you have a little too much fun at bed time to the point that you don’t want it to end?