At bedtime one night…
Me: Oh, it’s Dada’s turn to read you all a story.
Becks: Ok, I’ll choose a book and ask Dad.
Nat: Erm, Mom… Dad says he will read it tomorrow. He’s tired.
Becks: Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. Always saying tomorrow.
Me: Let’s go through some words today, Becks. Let me look at your worksheets from enrichment class.
Becks: Erm, maybe next time?
Me: Next time, next time, I may not be free next time.
Becks: Then you make time, ok!
At bedtime, some nights ago…
(Becks makes it a point to spread everyone’s blanket at bedtime, like a turning in service she provides. I know, she’s such a sweet soul.)
Fatherkao: Becks, are you going to spread my blanket tonight?
Becks: (clearly in the midst of something else) You got to learn some patience, ok!