Last night...

I let mommy rock me till I was fast asleep. I know, I know...I am such a nice boy to give her this opportunity before I get too big and I don't want to be rocked anymore. I just felt like she needed some "Dallin time"...so after she put me to bed at nine (we stayed at my friend's house playing past my bedtime) I threw my "drink" "2 blankets" and "guys" out of my bed and called for her. She came up and I told her "rock"...she tried to tell me no...but I made her feel bad for me, so she rocked me. Then she put me back to bed and told me she wasn't going to rock me again...and if I threw my stuff out, then I wouldn't get it back. I didn't believe her...so I threw it all out again and called for her....I called and called and called and called...I yelled, "mommy, rock"...I even cried with real tears. I had to call for a long time...guess what...she finally came...and she rocked me and rocked me and rocked me...and after I thought that she had enough "dallin time", I fell asleep. She may not have appreciated rocking me at 11pm last night...but years from now she will be glad she had those few extra nights of "dallin time in rock chair".