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Sunny no longer likes going to bed.

Strike that.

Sunny no longer likes sleeping. Period. As demonstrated by her refusal to nap yesterday, followed by a sleep-protest until 10pm and then a wake-up of 5am.

She’s on her way to a vampire-like existence. Doesn’t she know that that card has been way overplayed? It’s so 2009.

As soon as we begin the dinner routine, it starts:

No dinner. No bath. NO NIGHT NIGHT!

She’s aware of our pattern, our dubious plot to provide food, cleanliness and rest. And she is having none of it.

This has caused her to hate Tomorrow.

Yes, Tomorrow.

Evil evil Tomorrow that is the cause of this need to go to bed. If it weren’t for Tomorrow, we wouldn’t be proposing such a horrid thing as sleep.

She persistently wails, NO TOMORROW! NOOoOOoO TOOoOoo-MOoOooOO-RoOOOoOOW.

It is pitiful. And also highly adorable.

Like when we lie down in bed with her and list off all the positive and important benefits of a good night’s sleep, because it is totally reasonable to reason with a 2-year old, and she’ll say, “No night night…. GOOD MORNIN’ MOMMY DADDY!”

Yes, this is her attempt at convincing us, silly parents, that it is not in fact night time, it’s the morning. Didn’t we realize? And boy, she says it with such gusto and enthusiasm and hope. That precious kernel of hope that pretending that it is in fact the morning might actually convince us that she does not need to sleep.

I cannot tell you how much delight this response brings me, but in the moment, I have to keep on my stern Mommy-face and reiterate, “No, Sunny. It’s night time. We’re going to sleep now, and then tomorrow we’ll see the morning.”

Which only provokes the rails against Tomorrow.

15 years from now she’ll realize how preposterous it was of her to ever resist an opportunity to sleep. But for now, “GOOD MORNIN’ EVERYONE!”