As adults, we don’t normally think of toddlers as needing “me” time. Generally, they like to be busy doing their thing and they like adult attention (unless they’re up to no good). Ben, however, likes to have his evening me-time. Often times he rushes us through the bedtime routine with an emphatic, “Bed! Bed!” while pointing at his crib.
However, he doesn’t yell for bed because he’s so tired he can’t handle life. He yells for bed to sing. Husband I will retire downstairs for grown-up time and Ben serenades us from his wooden prison. The songs are simple. They go a little bit like, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Gramma, Gramma, Gramma. JACK! JACK! JACK!” (He always says Jack with emphasis). I guess everyone needs time to let his soul sing.