When arguing with a 16 month old, it's hard to declare a winner and a loser.
Me: Staley. It's time to put on your pajamas. Go pick out which pair you want to wear.
(Cue Staley opening her pants drawer.)
Me: That's your pants drawer. I want you to get your pajamas.
(Cue Staley closing her pants drawer and opening her hat drawer.)
Me: That's your hat drawer. You need to open your pajama drawer. It's pajama time.
Staley: Hat time. (As she removes a hat from her drawer.)
Me: No, it's pajama time.
Staley: Hat time. (As she puts on a fluffy white winter hat with ears.)
Me: Okay. I'll pick out your pajamas, because it's pajama time.
Staley: Hat time.
And that's why Staley drank her milk, brushed her teeth, danced with Daddy, and read her bedtime books while wearing her frog pajamas...and a fluffy white winter hat with ears.
