* It is a nightly requirement/staple/charming family tradition that Sass gets to watch a show of his choice (e.g. Octonauts or Little Einsteins) before book and bed.*
Earlier this week, I told Sass that, if he watched too much TV, it would make his brain feel bad.
(Yes, yes... I lied. But the boy had been laying on the couch, cracking out on Disney Jr., for the last 4 days while down with the flu. He felt better now and his little butt needed to get some play on!)
So a few days later, I got this...
Me: "Okay honey, let's turn off the TV. It's time to go read a book."
Sass's eyes went wide as blue willow plates as they begin to fill with crocodile tears. "No book, Mommy. I want Wittle Einstiens!" he waggles his finger at me, capturing my hand position and expression perfectly, "I want Wittle Einsteins, but no book!"
Me: "Nope. It's time for bed. Let's go."
Sass: "No, no NOOOOO! I want my brain bad, Mommy! I want my brain bad!" The tears begin to resemble Niagara Falls.
Me: *blink* "What? You want what?"
Sass: "I want one more Wittle Einsteins, Mommy! I want my brain bad!"
Heh... okay buddy.