Sometimes the kid is so cute, he deceives me. I start to think, He is a normal little angelic boy. He is not a Demon Baby with evil powers beyond the grasp of mere mortals.
Those thoughts don't last long. Usually, he outs himself as a Demon pretty quickly.
"Mommy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
He asks me this while dressed in his brother's T-shirt, which sweeps the floor, making him look like Olive Oyl's sweet little Sweet Pea.
He bats his eyes.
"I just really love you. I want to snuggle with you. Please?" Bats eyes more.
"Well . . . maybe tonight. If you're quiet." Because he really looks SO innocent.
I turn my back to walk into my office and then . . . he asks.
"Will you move your legs so I can dance?"
"Breakdance. On your bed. Your legs get in the way."
"You want to DANCE in my bed. At bedtime?"
"Yeah." Nonchalantly. "Of course. Will you move your legs?"
"Bedtime is for SLEEPING."
"No. All right, I'll tell you what . . . what if I dance on your carpet. Will that be OK?"
Oh, Demon Baby . . . tonight you sleep in your OWN bed. I am very tired.