Every 3-year-old has a proverbial "Hail Mary" in their repertoire when it comes to delaying bedtime. Some kids request water, others want to read books, but all Noah ever really wants is to talk. Every time he is being put to bed he turns to me and says:
"I sorry Mama. I just want talk, and talk, and talk, and talk. It so nice."
How much does a 3-year-old really have to talk about?
Well, here is tonight's list:
* "Babies need be careful. Rain coming. They bump heads." (FYI this is referencing baby showers and "Rain, Rain Go Away".)
* "Daddy need me. He want play pillow fight."
* "Where Grandpa? Why he not fixing things? He need big, big hug. He best friend, my ever. He so cute. "
* "I have tell you a secret, Mama. (Whispers into my ear.) Nuggets, fries, cake, 38, nuggets, zebra, daddy, nuggets, happy birthday, Isla, fries, nuggets, Teacher Jane, grass, nuggets, ketchup."
* "Why you so crabby?"
* "I too heavy. I need kite."
* "My curtains so nice."
* "Look Mama, I have fingers! You have fingers too! My fingers beautiful."
* "You so funny Noah! Tickle, tickle, tickle..."
And he is still going...
And going...
And going...
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