My niece is here tonight for a sleepover, or, as she calls it, a 'night-over'. Her mother left just before bathtime, and having said goodbye, my niece sat down with a stuffed penguin (known as 'Muvver Penguin' for some reason) on her lap and said she would read her a story. She looked particularly cute as she sat there gently cuddling Muvver Penguin and showing her the pictures in the book.
Having reached the end of the book, she turned back to the beginning and said, "Now you need another story", and 'read' it again, still cradling Muvver Penguin on her lap and showing her all the pictures.
Fast forward half an hour or so, and my niece was bathed, in her pyjamas and sitting on my lap having her story ('Muvver Penguin' was asleep in the formerly wormy cradle downstairs). I reached the end of the story and tried to put the book down and get my niece into bed.
"No, read it again," she said.
"No," I replied. "You know you only get one story at bedtime."
"Well, Muvver Penguin wanted it two times and I read it to her," she retorted.
How is it that a three-year-old can make you feel like an utter heel for daring to stick to the normal bedtime routine?