He wanted to go to sleep, so of course I wasn't about to argue with him, so I got him ready for bed by brushing his teeth and putting on his pj's. I laid him down in bed, read him a book, turned off the light, and walked out of the room. About 5 minutes later I can hear him screaming and crying, so I run down the hallway to see what was wrong. He said that there were scary monsters in his room. But then when I reassured him everything was okay and a couple minutes later he started crying again, he made up a different excuse not to go to sleep. I told him that he needed to sleep and his mom was going to be home soon. Finally after an hour of going back and forth to his room and the living room, he kind of fell asleep. But when the parents came home ten minutes later he ran out of the room to give them a big hug, crying. I felt terrible but I guess there really wasn't anything I could do.
Luckily this time none of these events happened. We built a dinosaur, played "roll the ball back and forth then hide it so he can find it," and superheros. The superhero and the ball game was the worst ever.

I'm not trying to complain because I love being with little kids, and Connor is totally fun to be with, but I don't think he knows that you're not supposed to hit people yet.
That's all for now my fellow bloggers.
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