Late For Cake

The other night after his bath, Kiefer wanted to "get dressed up" for a pajama party. Despite my typical attempt to go from bath to pjs to bed in a timely manner, Kiefer was determined to continue playing and have a "pajama party". At bedtime. My guess, this was a continuation of the storyline responsible for the imaginary cakes he had been baking in the bathtub that night.

Kiefer knows there are necklaces and bracelets within reach in my closet, so he said "Let's get dressed up for the dance party, Mom!" While I was getting my pjs on for the pajama party, Kiefer was headed into my closet to accessorize for a "dance" party.

"Mom, where's your watch?!"

Well, I just took it off because I'm putting on my pjs for bedtime.

"I need it. How will we know what time we're supposed to eat our cake?!"


In lieu of forking over my watch, I directed Kiefer to a drawer containing some old ones he could play with. "I want that one. And that one. And that one."

"I gotta see what time it is... Oh. My. Good. Ness. It's 6:30! We don't want to be late to eat our cake, Mom!"