It was late at night. 10:25 pm to be exact. My man was miffed at me not letting him stay awake any longer. He was hanging upside down off the edge of the bed. His feet were flailing around near my face as he pretended to be falling out of bed. After telling him to cut it out several times, I yelled.
That got his attention. All in a huff now, he got into the bed, turned the other way and bruted for a bit. Then, when I did not react, he grabbed Beary and walked out. Moments later, he and Beary were back.
The calm lasted about two minutes before he was getting himself all energized again. In turn, my impatience was growing…until…I told him to cut out again.
Teddy was taken from the room once more and, as before, returned a minute later in the arms of the little man who was pretending not to be smiling. It is so darn hard to stay mad, and that is a good thing. After all, you know what they say about going to sleep mad. It just isn’t good.