The Halfmoon Household's Nightly Drama.

My boys are grand masters of the bedtime stall technique. All of a sudden, they have a millioon questions to ask, observations to share, and the bodily functions go into overdrive...

So, while I am on the landing outside their bedroom, waiting for them to settle, I thought I would record some of the many, many things I hear at night. So of my recent favourites are:

"You know those guys who bring mail to mailboxes?" "yes." "What are mailboxes made of, anyways?"

"Why do elephants drink water???" This was asked for about a month straight. every night.

"What's a tick,and why does great grampa's face hurt?"

"I HEAR A FLY, IT'S GONNA GET ME!!!!"

"i have to go pee."

"Now I have to go poo."

"I forgot to get a drink when I went poo. I'm so, so, so thirsty!"

"I DROPPED MY PING! (panda stuffie) I CAN'T FIND PING! IT'S TOO DARK TO FIND HIM!"

" I'm itchy!"

"Where's Dad?"

"How many days till preschool?" "How many days till hockey?" "What day is it?"

"Oops, Mom, I forgot to do my homework!"

"Mom, "so and so" won't stop singing/talking/playing!"

and believe it or not, right now Little M is calling to me with tears in his voice, crying:"Mom, J called me "HONK"! He's lying to me. Now he is calling me HONK again!"

"Honk." That's a new one. I didn't even have a comeback for that- I'm too busy smiling and he will hear it in my voice if I answer him. We'll just let them work it out... Now 6 year old J is crying, talking to his big brother in the next room because the only reason he called Little M "HONK" was because his big cousin called him that. I am listening to his 10 year old brother's wise counsel right now "You should treat others like you want to be treated. That is what the Bible says." That's good advice. Oh, I have just got to the bottom of the whole HONK thing- apparently the cousin was calling him PUNK. Honk, punk, whatever. Now big bro has attempted to explain what punk is and is likening a punk to a gangster. His 6 year old brother is replying that gangsters are cool, which is bringing on a lecture from big brother that they are NOT awesome, cause they want drugs- which KILL you! Now I am hearing the words: guns, cops, etc, etc. Amazingly enough, the 4 year old has dropped off to sleep admist this whole lovely conversation going past his little tousled noggin. I think it is time to maybe redirect this conversation- like right towards dream land so this mama can climb into the bath!