They’ll sleep eventually

Yelling up the stairs…

Me: “There’s entirely too much ruckus up there! You were tucked in over 20 minutes ago! Not another peep!”

(long pause)

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Daddy?”

Me: “What?”

LMT: “I think a fart just came out of my mouth.” (so much giggling)

(long pause)

Me: “Go. To. Sleep. NOW.”

(Fake snoring noises)

Me: “I give up.”