Life with a Two Year Old- The Penalty Box

Bath was over, pj's were on, stories were read.  The lights were down, a bottle of warm milk, Sera was dozing off on the nipple.  Okay, count to thirty before moving her into the crib.  Hover over the crib wall, make sure she doesn't stir.  Lower her gently.  Touch Down!  

Take one step.  Pause.  Another step.  Curse the creaky self-laid hardwood.  

"Daddy!"  her strong voice inquires.

"Sh...." I attempt.  "Time for dodo, Sera."

"Sit down!"  she commands.

Daddy retreats back in the chair and watches while she's twists and turns all over the bed.  Eventually, she settles.  Daddy sits forward in the chair, listening to her breathing. 

Sera springs up.  "Sit down, Daddy."  She warns.

Daddy slumps back.  Another ten-minute misconduct for questioning the boss.