Ryder did not want to go to sleep tonight. I went up to his room for the second time and he began whining and asking to come down stairs or to sleep in my bed.
Me: Ryder, how old are you?
Rye: (silence)
Ryder knows where this conversation is going.
Rye: I am pretending I am two. So can I sleep in your bed?
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