One word.

Bedtime at our household has been a wee bit rough as of late. The boys caught the virus that I had, and it's {of course} caused their asthma to flare up. We're up to our necks in vapor rub, breathing treatments and oral steroids but they are doing better. The breathing treatments and oral steriods tend to stimulate them and despite the fact that they are exhausted, they have trouble settling down at bedtime. Sunday night, I was on edge. Dinner time had been horrible, the boys had been back-talking, refusing to clean up toys and I was just over it. We quickly did baths, brushed their teeth and put them to bed.

Well, I put them in their beds but they were talking. Talking turned into loudly talking with giggling. This went on for 45 minutes. I gave them two reminders to settle down and go to sleep. By the one hour mark, I had it. I went in, told them they needed to close their eyes, close their lips and go to sleep. I said that I did not want to hear one word out of their mouths.

Pooks response?

"What word Mom?"

Seriously!?