Kim gets the kids ready for bed most nights. That involves rounding them up to brush teeth and get drinks and retrieve gum or candy they have stashed in their little pockets. If we’re lucky, they climb into bed with a book and a flashlight.
And maybe a swig of Benadryl when The Office is on.
But usually we aren’t that lucky which is where I come in. Phase 2 of bed tucking in involves making sure each child is in her or her own bed and and there are no hands down butt cracks. Once they’ve settled down I’ll tell them a story of varying degrees of scariness.
But tonight the kids had a hundred questions about travel. They measure travel by how many nights they would sleep on the plane.
How many nights would we sleep on the plane to grandma’s house?
How many nights would we sleep on the plane to Disneyworld?
How many nights would we sleep on the plane to Australia?
This lead to the following discussion:
Lincoln: Is heaven above the sky?
Me: Yes, I guess so.
Lincoln: How many nights would we sleep on the plane to get to heaven?
Luca: You have to take a rocket, Lincoln, because rockets go straight up.
Me: That’s right, it takes a rocket to get into space.
Lincoln: I couldn’t sleep on a rocket so let’s just go to grandma’s.