Why ARE the little bunnies sleeping so late, and why is it my toddler's responsibility to assess this then wake them with a merry tune? Is this precedent why she keeps prying my eyelids open and demanding that I get out of bed?
Toddler will accept no substitutes for Daniel Tiger's Sleepy Stories Yoto card. Carries it around the house. Gazes adoringly, face sweetly haloed in the glow of back-lit tigrine pixels, as the device delivers another hit of wholesome preschool shenanigans. We sing the Calm Down song every night, but it and all the grrriffic songs run through my adled mind on ceaseless repeat. I dare not offer television as an alternative for fear that she will, again, choose Daniel Tiger. Husband is starting to sound like Dad Tiger. I dread my destiny of live-action shows and make-believe, should this continue unabated.