Me, the hero!

I declared myself as the hero of the family today.

Little dude is a lovely toddler. His parents love him. His grandparents love him. I think the rest of the population find him OK. OK means very good for a toddler.

Although little dude is a lovely toddler, there are times when he becomes too much to handle. Even with four adults around to mind him.

Four versus one, and little dude wins hands down.

This usually happens in the evenings, when energy levels are low. During these times, a noisy, persistent, and pesky toddler is hard to manage. When all you want to do is to plonk yourself down on the sofa with a cup of ice-tea and stare at the TV.

So when little dude starts driving people crazy, I volunteer to start his bedtime routine a little earlier. For the sake of everybody's sanity. That's sensible, right?

But then everyone suddenly starts to question me: "You're bringing him in already???".

Like they haven't got enough of him.

Usually, when little dude becomes too much to handle in the evenings, it means he needs some quiet time to wind down. Give him a bath, pop him into a cool room with some storybooks, and he calms down.

And I remove a pesky toddler off everybody's hands.

I'm a hero! Not a baddie who kidnaps toddlers. And little dude usually falls asleep a little earlier during such occasions. A lovely toddler will only get on everyone's nerves when he is tired.

And I re-appear out of the bedroom with a smug smile on my face.