Never bet against the little one.
There are lessons learned and adhered to the hard way. When enough people learn these lessons, they become universal rules. A few of these rules are:
Never invite a vampire into your house
Always wear clean underwear in case of an accident
Never go outside in the middle of the night to investigate a chain-saw type noise
Goonies never say die
Let the Wookie win
Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line
And in my house we are now adding, Never bet against the little one.
Think about it. The little ones are always the ones to watch out for. They have something to prove and possess unending determination. Who could forget the Little Engine that Could? Yoda turned out to be the most badass Jedi of them all. Rudy, the little Notre Dame Football player was so tenacious he got a movie named after him. Frodo saved Middle Earth. And when it comes to the Goonies, everyone knows not to underestimate Data.
So last night the little one comes to the hubby and me and says she’s thought up a great plan. Then she bets us she can stay up all the whole night. Of course being the inept parents we are, we’d just told her she could watch unlimited TV due to her brother sleeping over at a friends. So hubby and I look at each other *wink, wink, nudge, nudge* and say “go for it.” Of course we’re confident she’ll be asleep by 10:30 or 11:00 tops.
When we wish her good night around ten we’re still feeling supremely and parentally confident. A few minutes later I hear the little one thump down the stairs and patter to the bathroom. *still confident*
The fifth or sixth time I hear her thump and patter it’s closer to morning than bedtime and have no choice but to intervene. I wait for her to come out of the bathroom. When her manically energetic little face sees me, she chirps, “So far my plan is working perfectly! I’ve stayed up for all this night and I’m not even tired!”
It’s two forty-five in the morning!!!
I proceed to explain to her that she has a big day tomorrow. Karate class at ten, a pizza party in the afternoon, and other promised activities like mother-daughter fairy making, and reading the latest Junie B. Jones. Without so much as a grumble, the little one sensibly agrees. Then she thumps up the stairs, turns off the TV, and patters to her bed.
It seems the hubby and I fell victim to one of the classic blunders. Never bet against the little one, when failure is on the line.
Just don’t do it!
Trust me. You will bet wrong. You will fail. You will be up at quarter to three in the morning talking sense into your little one.Never bet against the little one.