Negotiation

Hobbes is standing at the top of the stairs right now, trying to negotiate with me. It is 9:56 pm.

“I want you to keep me company, Mommy.”

“No, dear. It’s time for you to go to sleep. So go to sleep.”

“Mommy, I can stay up all night, or you can keep me company. Which would you rather do?”

Obviously he’s been listening to what I say after all, though I’m pretty sure the choices I give him are a lot more reasonable than that.

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