On the way ... to bed

Tonight was a particularly fine example of the machinations Jackson has adopted in order to delay bedtime. On a night like tonight, when I'm tired and trying to remote control him to bed with verbal commands from the computer chair, he can be pretty effective. First, he was particularly attentive to detail in executing his one household chore that somehow got interpolated into our bedtime routine. While I did email, he made sure that every piece of silverware was in place and precisely aligned in its drawer. Ten minutes later he'd only placed half the utensils, but they were lovely. After I intervened as his utensil assistant, he finally scampered off to bed, but ran right back to show me the new way of running on his toes he'd just discovered. Wow! Like a sprinter! Amazing! Okay, back to bed. This time he ran right back to tell us he was uninterested in his room. You're uninterested in it? Yes, uninterested. Well, you still have to go to bed in it. After a short stint reading books in bed he had another idea. His leg hurts; it's a terrible pain, not on the surface; no one can even see it with a microscope! Fortunately, it was time for his medications (cold), and I assured him that their healing power extended to ailments invisible even to a microscope. So he's back in bed, for now. - Matthew