and about those naps

I kicked some toddler ass yesterday.
As they jumped up and down in their cribs yelling "I don't go asleep" and "I luv ew, ew luv me, we a happy fam-ah-leeeeee" I devised a plan. I knew I could do it!
I calmly unplugged their t.v. and carried it out of their room. Yes, we let them have a tv in their room because, if you haven't figured it out already, we are shit parents. There is no description for the sounds they made. They were both sitting on their crib rails howling like wounded animals (I assume wounded animals howl) After a while, I went back in and dragged their big dollhouse out. The horror. I was starting to really enjoy being in charge so, all jacked up on power, I went back in and as cool and calm as Clint Eastwood, told them to "lay down in your crib, put your soother in your mouth, pull up your bubby and start acting like big girls" Even they were in awe of my parental prowess. They had a nap alright and they will do it again or they can kiss the Lego bye-bye. Sometimes I rock.