So You Think You Can Avoid Nigh-Night

Surely our nearly 4 year old twin girls would be finalist if there was such a show. After all, fewer human beings with less than 48 months of experience could come up with the list of reasons why entering into dream land should be avoided at all costs.

Many nights involve comments like these - in stereo usually with tears and in many cases involving hyper-ventilation.

My belly hurts. I need my bean bag (for her belly). My bean bag is cold. My bean bag is too hot. The music is off. The music is too loud. Read me a book. Another book. Tell me a Mickey story. The door is not open enough. The door is too closed. I am thirsty. I need to potty. I need creme on my butt. I need medicine. My animals are not covered up. I need creme on (name it). My knee hurts. My leg hurts. Max is in the room (our dog). I'm scared. It's thundering. It's lightning. It's raining. It's pouring. The old man is snoring. My panties are wet. I have fever. What are we doing after nap? What are we doing today (which means tomorrow to them). What are we doing the next day? I want hugs from mommy/daddy. It's dark. It's too light. I need more water. I need a "nemo" (ice pack). We didn't take a bath. I forgot to brush my teeth. Where's daddy? Where's mommy? I wanna sleep in your bed. I want to play a game. My pillow is not right. I need a bandaid. My back is itchy. I'm not tired.

I don't want to go nigh-night.

The best ever, though was the other night when one of them said to mom, "I want to watch So You Think You Can Dance with you."

"Well, it's not on."

"What about American Idol?"

"It's not on either."

"What are you going to watch then?"

Champions at delay they are.