Slooooowww Moooootion

After dinner tonight, I was trying to get Troy moving toward getting ready for bed. He, as usual, was making every excuse to stay up. Suddenly, he was hungry, and he needed just one more bite of food. Then, he was thirsty. Then, he wanted to fight me. Then, he wanted to watch his TV show.

Always looking for ways to entertain him and make him WANT to do what I ask of him, I said, “It’s tiiiiiimmmmee to goooo to beeeeddd” in an exaggerated deep, slow-motion voice.

Troy, who is both witty and a smart aleck, in other words my son, said back to me in the same deep, slow-motion voice, “Nooooo, it’s tiiiiiiimmmmeeee to waaaaatch my shooooooowww!”