| Last week my husband, Little Dude and I went on vacation. We tried to bring Sporty Stepson, but he wanted to stay home so he wouldn't miss school or lacrosse practice, and it's hard to argue with a kid who would choose calculus over room service in Boston. So he stayed behind while we splurged on a hotel room with a separate sitting area big enough for a roll-away bed for Little Dude. We planned on being decadent and watching late night TV while Little Dude slept. I know -- we are party animals. We also made a deal with our early rising son -- when he woke up, he could play with his toys, read books, color, draw, and eat a snack, but he could not, under any circumstances, wake us up. After five years, we're desperate to sleep past 8 a.m. We're also a little stupid, as evidenced by our belief that we could bargain with a preschooler. Continue reading...
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