Several months ago my kids began an odd good-night ritual. They’d throw themselves into each other, hug tightly, and say “Goooooooood niiiiiiight!” This would happen repeatedly until Marc or I said enough. Otherwise, the elongated good night would go on for five minutes.
Isabelle met Ari in the hallway this evening to offer him a “good night” since the kids were going to bed simultaneously (which rarely happens). She said, “Goooooooood niiiiiiight!” but Ari pushed her away.
“No good night, Isabelle!” Ari yelled.
I coaxed her to try again, but the same thing happened.
Then it happened again.
Finally, Isabelle offered me a good night hug and kiss (since I was putting Ari to bed). I happily accepted.
I’m not sure why Ari didn’t want hugs from his sister tonight, but I’m pretty sure it had something to do with the fact they met in the hallway for their nighttime ritual, rather than having it in her room.
Here’s the little stinker of a brother running away from his sister’s embrace.