Good Night, Sir!

Tink (who is suppose to be in bed) just came walking into the living room and said:

"Mommy, my leg hurts and my belly hurts and my butt hurts and my arm hurts and my penis hurts and my ear hurts and my arm hurts and my head hurts."

This led me to two conclusions:

1.  Evidently, both of his arms have been injured.

2.  This kid is ready to pull out all of the stops in order to avoid bed.

Someone should tell him that I cannot be defeated. 

He, and all of his painful appendages, will still be going to bed.

And I will allow myself to laugh at him and his attempt to stay up once he is safely tucked back in bed and out of earshot...

Good night, all.