It’s 9:30pm and thankfully both kids are in bed. Or are they?
Stomp, stomp, stomp… I can hear Adam’s feet pounding down the stairs.
“Mommy, I can’t sleep”.
I sigh and get comfortable for our daily fight about bedtime.
“Go, lie down in your bed and try again.”
“But I have something to tell you. It’s important”
Again, same old ground “You can tell me tomorrow.”
“But I’ll forget!” If the pitch of his whine is any indication, this is a life and death matter. But since this is an extremely recurring matter I now know that a comet is not falling from the sky and charting a course straight to his bed.
“Okay Adam, what is it?”
“We need to go to Mexico.”
Mexico?! Coming from a kid who thought he could catch a plane to Egypt to say hi to his cousin and we could pick him up in two hours before his bedtime. Really?
“How did you learn about Mexico, Adam?”
“From my friend, Layla in class. She didn’t come to school all of last week because she went to Cancun with her parents.” Cancun, wow, this guy’s geography is really good for a first grader. “And you know, she even went to Disneyland. You never took us to Disneyland. I want to go there.”
Oh the joy of peer pressure at such a young age. “You know Adam, maybe one day we will all go to Disneyland together.”
“When? Next week?”
“No sweetie. When Jo turns three. In about a year.”
“A year!!” The ‘Whine’ is picking up pitch “But that’s too far away!”
I’ve had enough. I’m giving up my Bones episode for this. Definitely, not.
“That’s it Adam, go to sleep. Now! We’ll talk in the morning.”
Fifteen minutes of sulking, moaning and stomping later I finally get my peace, quiet and dead bodies.
The next morning, a still sulky Adam comes down looks at me and mutters,
“I’m still sad. I miss all my friends and family in Cairo. And you don’t want to take me to Mexico or Disneyland or anywhere!” accompanied by the strategic tear.
It’s going to be a long day…