There are some nights when the little man (16 months) just doesn’t want to go to sleep, and I just don’t have the energy or desire to walk him for an hour or so.  Not that he is cranky.  He’s content to be held and snuggled, but just won’t go to sleep.

Tonight is one of those nights.  At some point, I make the call, and declare, ‘all right bub’, you are going down now.’  He cries and screams, and I wonder if I have scarred him for life…

But, I have learned, then comes morning.  He wakes up, happy as a clam, thrilled to see me, and seems to have no recollection of the ‘torture’ I inflicted upon him the night before…I am waiting for morning.