The Boring Stuff

Not every day is a fun day. I think I need to make this into a bumper sticker for six and seven-year-olds.

My kids would love if every day was a sleepover, a trip to the beach, a play-date with playmates, a weekend full of camping, S'mores and swimming. Kids are born with the talent to tattle when something isn't fun. Like the other day when Maddi told me, "It's not fun being the youngest."

"It isn't?" I asked, more rhetorical than expecting an answer, but with six-year-olds you usually get an answer.

"No," she replied, "I don't like that idea."

"What idea are you referring to exactly?" I asked.

"It's not fun going to bed first," she told me.

"And what would be fun, Madelynn?"

"Being the youngest and going to bed with the bigger kids is fun," she explained. "But, being the youngest you're still smart. My cousin Ian is four and he's smart."

Not every day is a fun day. So I deemed tonight: Stay-Up-As-Late-As-You-Want-And-Look-At-Books-Night. The youngest child fell asleep first, all on her own. But, I won't tell her. I don't want to spoil the fun.

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