Tom usually goes to sleep at night without issue, but the other night he kept calling for me.
After going in there a couple times and being really nice and singing him songs, I realized that it wasn’t working and he was just going to keep calling me in there until I put my foot down.
So I went in there all exasperated and said, “Tom? Are you hurt?!”
Me: “Are you sick?”
Me: “You’re hurt and sick? Where?”
His Mama didn’t even care that he was hurt and sick everywhere and made him go to bed immediately.
She’s so mean.