Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O. And on that farm he had a crocodile, EE-I-EE-I-O.With a chomp-chomp here and a chomp-chomp there. Here a chomp, there a chomp, everywhere a chomp-chomp. Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O.
It’s taken awhile for Emma to come up with an imaginary friend. Or foe in this case. We now have to battle about ten crocodiles every night at bedtime. If I don’t get every single one out of her room, I get called back in until the mission has been accomplished.
Tonight, we had thirteen crocodiles. That’s three more than usual. I didn’t even know she could count that high. Tonight was one of those nights where the newest crocodiles were especially hard to get rid of.
Bedtime was extended by an hour.
My tv time was pushed back an hour.
My bedtime is now up an hour.
Those crocodiles better find a new home quickly. Imaginary or not, no one messes with bedtime!