It's Not Raining. It's Not Pouring.

There was once upon a time when Lyla was the leader of bedtime theatrics. I never thought she would ease up on the constant negotiating, but she has finally settled into the law of the land and passed the torch to little brother. Max learned his most frequent bedtime requests from big sister ---- thirsty, hungry, fan on/off, bathroom, nightlight placement issues, etc. But last night his creativity went above and beyond.

The difference with Max, compared to Lyla, is he isn't afraid of walking downstairs to approach us with his request. Lyla has always preferred the route of screaming at us from above until she gets a response. Anyway, shortly after a rather smooth bedtime routine we were greeted by Max at the bottom of the staircase. He approached us and exclaimed it was raining in his bedroom. "It way-nee-ing my bed-woom." Kirk had to take the lead with this conversation, as I was burying my head in my sweatshirt trying to hide my laughter. His little voice saying "raining" is so cute. And it was the most random complaint I've ever heard, especially considering it wasn't even raining outside. The conversation continued down the road of hilarity as Kirk asked him if his bedroom was wet. Max answered by saying "Yes" and Kirk asked if he needed an umbrella or perhaps a towel. We noticed a slight smirk, as he responded by confirming an umbrella would indeed solve the issue --- "need un-bwel-lah." His tone was so very serious, but it was still clear it he trying to pull one over on us. He pouted as Dad sent him back to his room. Kirk checked on him shortly after, reporting there was no moisture found in Max's bedroom and he cooperated in lying back down.

I guess Max will have to add that one to the list of excuses that do not work. Haha!

Interesting. Hilarious. 

How do they come up with this stuff?