Hubby took care of Samuel while I worked today.  I told him he probably needed a nap based on his sleep the last couple of days.  Hubby asked Samuel if he wanted a nap and of course, he said no.  That's the difference between our parenting styles.  I would have known Samuel needed a nap by the way he was acting and made him take one, no asking.  Oh, well, Hubby did do all the dishes today, so I guess he's forgiven!

So, around 6:15, Samuel just starts bawling and says he's so tired and he should have listened to Daddy.  He cries for about 25 minutes while I quick give him his bath and get him ready for bed.  Then we call Daddy and Samuel stops crying to tell him that he should have listened to him (I think those are words all parents need to hear some times).  I read about half of The Tailor of Gloucester by Beatrix Potter and he is OUT.  Normally bedtime is 8:00.  I really hope this doesn't mess up sleep time tomorrow.

Even though this was kind of on the verge of a temper tantrum, I just couldn't help feeling sorry for him.  And I think he's learned his lesson, for a couple days at least