This anecdote is several fold...
First off, I am a product of the 80's. Hair metal, Prog Rock, etc. With that said, whenever I talk about progress(or forward-ness) with my kids, I will say "were you rockin'? rockin' the paradise?". Over time, the kids have starting singing a little ditty to "Rockin' the Paradise" which closely resembles "Rockin' the Paradise" by Styx. So, as I downloaded it last night and let it rip, I hear my wife hysterical in the kitchen as Noah(the 4 year old) is dancing. Dancing like no one is watching. Dancing like a star. Dancing like he's the last person on earth. Just diggin' it...
After this, all hyped up, Noah realized he was tired. Once I put the kids in bed, I relaxed and finally kicked back. After about an hour, I hear what sounded like glass touching...little "tink, tink, tink" sounds. After yelling at the ceiling several times(that darned ceiling) I crept upstairs like a Special Forces ninja pirate to unleash hellfire and brimstone upon unsuspecting kids. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that Isabelle was out cold, Lily was leaning over the top of her bed with big droopy bags under her eyes and looking down. On the floor sat Noah...on a a pink princess couch/bed and he has his pillow and blanket and is ready to sleep there...so it seems.
I say, "What are you doing?". Seeing and hearing the gears turning in his head, thinking of how to retort, I ask again, "What...are...you doing?". Noah's little chin starts quivering and the voice starts wavering as he, in a moment of true Jedi-ness, says, "I told them not to let me in here"
