Daddy vs. Avery and the Battle of Bedtime

Avery is usually very good about going to bed. We have a nightly routine that involves getting pj's on, brushing and flossing teeth, and then a book in our bed and some time snuggling and visiting about our day. Then, usually not long after the book is done, Avery asks to go to her own bed. Brandon carries her there (or flies her like Tinkerbelle, or gives her a piggy back ride) and tucks her in and closes her door. 95% of the time, we listen to her chat with her stuffed animals and then she falls asleep withing 5 minutes or so. But there have been a few times lately that she and Brandon have been in full battle of the wills. I, because I have not been home these nights, have found these stories awfully funny! Here they are:

Avery was tucked in, and decided she had to go potty, then had to get a drink, then had to check on something...  and on.... and on... and on... so finally, Brandon one by one started taking her stuffed animals out of her bed each time she got up. When that wasn't working, he told her that he was taking ALL of them if he had to go back in there one more time! Well, of course, he had to go back in... and took every last animal off of her bed. She was full of tears and he was completely out of patience.

Then, he hears her bedroom door open one more time "daddy..."
And of course, he is fuming, and has no animals left to take and is out of ideas... when she sticks her hand out the crack in the door holding her stuffed owl... "Daddy... You forgot to take my owl" and closed her door and went right to sleep!

She is really something else!!!

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A few nights later, Brandon had tucked her in and was waiting for her to fall asleep before he jumped in the shower. After 45 minutes of her not making any noise, he thought he was safe to hop in... just as he steps one foot in the shower he hears "DAAAADDY!" At this point it is almost 10:00, and he thought she was sound asleep, so he quick throws on a towel and opens her door, saying "what to you need Avery?"  She responds, "Daddy... Did you fold up that black little chair, you know the black one that matches your black pants?"

We had used a folding chair for dinner that night when we had company over and apparently she was laying in bed for 45 minutes worried that Daddy wasn't cleaning up after himself! She is totally my daughter!!!