The Bedtime Filibuster

Whoever invented the filibuster must have had small children. For someone who can’t yet pronounce her ‘v’s, my eldest is exceedingly skilled at chatting her way out of going to sleep. Ask her what she did, sang or played at preschool and stares blankly and asks whether it’s sausages for tea; meanwhile at bedtime she’s Little Miss Conversation with an infinite list of requests, facts to share and songs to sing. So far tonight we’ve had:

Needs a drink

Wants socks off

Wants socks on

Needs the loo

Can’t find teddy

Needs to readjust the curtains

Toe feels funny

Needs another drink

Wants another story

Want to put my socks away

I pulled off my plaster and need a new one

I want to tell Daddy I have a new plaster

Fake coughing

Fake sneezing

Silence (means she’s left the room)

and renditions of:

Hakuna Matata (Lion King)

Twinkle twinkle

Scarecrow song

Happy Birthday

Suddenly Seymour (Little Shop of Horrors)

Hello song (Cbeebies)

Poor Wandering One (Pirates of Penzance)

It’s adorable but SO frustrating!! She’s laughing like a hyena, loving her moment of schadenfreude. Doen’t she know I have blogging to do? Gah!! Can’t help wondering what the twins will be like at this age… Shall I just pre-order a vat of gin now?