She knows she has to sleep.
She knows bath + pajamas + story = bedtime.
She knows I'm not going to sit/sleep next to her forever.
She knows I'm not letting her get up if she fusses.
She knows every.single.thing.
Yet - she makes a HUGE hue and cry about things, and sobs like a drama-queen into the pillow which turns into smiles and giggles and talks the minute I make any move to soothe her.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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