... of drama and procrastination would be my Braeden.

Tonight I put him to bed with the same reminders I give every night. You may have a child like mine if you sometimes say, "Remember, you don't need to come down to where mommy is." "You're in bed now, I don't want you getting up unless you need to use the bathroom." "Braeden, you don't need to come show me a dead ladybug, or give me a tiny pebble from your rock collection, it's bedtime." ETC...

So just a few minutes after I said things along these lines, Braeden had to come downstairs with glee on his face, "Mom, guess what, I forgot to tell you my scratch is GONE!" smile, smile, smile.

I said, "Braeden, remember, I put you to bed already, it's time to sleep now, we'll have lots of time to talk again tomorrow."

I went back to what I was doing as he went back to bed... or so I thought.

Two minutes later he came back down. Crying. Weeping. "Mom, I miss Grammy and Buddy," crying just tears and tears and big weepy tears, "Do you think we could call them so I could talk to them?" More crying. So dramatic.

I said, "Braeden, do you want to talk to them because you want to stay up late?" with a slight grin.

And Braeden replied, in his teary weepy voice, "Yes."

Well, at least the kid's honest!

ROTFL!

(Ok, I DID let him call Grandma and Grandpa, come on, that was a GREAT ploy! - I HAD to give him credit!)