Kiddo placed a giant box across the hallway.
Me: Can we not barricade the hallway, please?
(Steps up to box.)
Kiddo: Leave it.
Me: Are you going to brush your teeth?
Kiddo: Yes.
Me: (deciding that him getting enough sleep is more important than the box): *shrug* “OK.”
(Brief discussion, then): You do have to be done and in your room by 8:15 or we’ll have to storm the barricades.
Kiddo: Ok.
(If only he was this calm at every bedtime…)
Amazingly, we did not have to storm the barricades.