After a day off yesterday, and a standard, all-over-the-place-like-a-mad-woman’s-breakfast-Tuesday, Godzilla was looking decidedly sleepy by after bedtime time.
After bedtime time, because, he assured me, he was not tired and not going to bed. The fact that he was throwing a tantrum out of tiredness didn’t seem to be gelling with him (“I an not frowing a tantrum!”), nor was the fact that he had little energy to throw a proper one.
Calmed him down a little, and said to him “Mate, go to bed. You are so tired.”
“I’n not, I’n not tired. I don’t