100+ days into quarantine life and we’ve watched all eight seasons of “Kids Baking Championship.” Isabelle has made “Chopped Junior” her new pre-bedtime show. Personally, I don’t like “Chopped Junior” (nor am I a fan of “Chopped” for that matter) anywhere near as much as “Kids Baking Championship” so I often do something on my laptop while she watches.
I was in the midst of redesigning Two Writing Teachers this evening when I noticed I hadn’t heard her say anything for five minutes. I looked to my right and this is what I saw:
Once I realized Isabelle’s eyes were closing, I encouraged her to get up and go to sleep.
“So cozy,” she muttered.
“I know you’re cozy, but I can’t lift you. I need you to go into your bed.”
She rolled onto her right side, away from me, and said, “So so cozy.”
“You’ll be cozy in your own bed too,” I replied.
After another minute of the back-and-forth cozy banter, I managed to get her out of my bed and down the hall.
Perhaps I need to find a show we both enjoy so this doesn’t happen again.