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A Good Night Story by Patience---the Monday Mission

Every night our mom tells us:

Tidy Up
Wash Up
Brush Up
Go up
To Bed

Every night we tell our mom:

We don't want to!
One more book!
Can we play a game?

Every night our mom tells us:

I know
Time for bed
Time for bed

Every night we tell our mom:

But why? Why do we have to go to bed?

Every night our mom tells us:

Because your little bodies need sleep.

One night we were in the office doing a craft and mom told us it was time for bed. We said no, she said yes, and she carried me upstairs first. She looked at my little sister Persistence and said, "Wait right here, please, I'll be right back!"

But Persistence isn't very good at listening. She keeps her ears closed and her mouth open. Mom says she is a learning child and I think she better learn fast, because here's what she did.

When Mom got back, Persistence had climbed up the cabinet and gotten the paint out. She dumped it everywhere. All over herself, the floor and worst of all, our poor cat!

I heard Mom yell, "OH NO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

And I knew it was bad again, so I ran to see. I couldn't believe my eyes, even though she does this kind of thing all the time.

Mom picked up Persistence and brought her upstairs to the bath.

She got us ready for bed, and even though she was mad, she put us in bed comfy cozy and gave us both cuddles and kisses. She does this every night.

Then she went downstairs to clean up the paint. She told us to have sweet dreams.

We both climbed quietly out of our beds and went to the window to look at the stars and make wishes. I think Persistence wished she could be good for once.

Then we both went back to our beds, climbed in, and got comfy cozy again.

Mom came up and gave Persistence extra kisses, and told her she was wrapping her love all around her like a blanket.

Dad came up and gave me extra kisses. Our sweet cat Francesca came with him and they both gave me extra cuddles, too.

We went fast asleep, just like that.

Then Mommy and Daddy went to bed. Brodie dog too. And our whole family went night night.

Good night!

The real ladybug slippers, featured in one of Patience's illustration. Can you find them?

This is part of the Monday Mission! Go see the rest here!

Note: Because Patience is a leftie, we always bind her books on the right side. :)

P.S. Don't forget the Hump Day Hmm this week is all about key or pivotol or special childhood memories and how and why you carry them to this day. Fits right in with the theme!

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SciFi Dad said…
Great story, with excellent illustrations.

I believe those slippers are shown as being left behind (in front of the desk/computer chair) when someone (Mommy) leaps up from chair to grab the child in Illustration #1.
Karen Jensen said…
What a beautiful story. How's the cat?
dharmamama said…
1) I want ladybug slippers, too.

2) It's so clear your kids know how much they're loved. That will carry them through so much.

3) Yay! For making Patience a published writer!
Robert said…
Very cute story, and here here for the lefty! Our daughter has gotten quite good at reading (or pretending to read) stories to herself, but it won't be long before she'll be writing them down. Thanks for sharing.
we_be_toys said…
Great story! Wonderful illustrations. I love the perspective of little kids. (I need a pair of those slippers too!)
painted maypole said…
a true story? what a good mommy you are.

thanks for playing along, patience
Lawyer Mama said…
You're such a patient mommy. Love the slippers. Love the story.

We use the phrase "comfy cozy" all the time too. It's perfect.
anne said…
I agree with scifi dad - the slippers are between the chair and the desk in the first picture.

Very cute story. I hope the cat is ok.
Love the story. (and, hey, I'm a lefty too!)

And like lawyer mama said -- We ALSO use that phrase at tuck-in time.

great slippers
the dragonfly said…

Precious!! And how kind of Patience to assist you with your Monday Mission. :)
I love this. So, so much.

Makes you remember there's a real person in there, you know?
S said…
let's hear it for all of us lefties!

this was beautiful. and if you had ever entertained doubts as to your capabilities as a mother, you'd do well to toss them aside after this.

she's loved. and she knows it.
Love the story!

I think you have an author/illustrator on your hands. Even though we supplied all 3 of our kids with materials to draw when they were young, they never really took to writing "stories" like Patience did. They only just drew pictures. I think there's a definite right/left brained difference. There, now that I've overanalyzed it to death - can you tell what kind of brain I have?
Emily said…
Dear Patience,

I love, LOVE your story!

You are a wonderful author and a creative illustrator.

Please tell your Mom, "Thank you" for sharing this with us.

Great job, Patience.

Liv said…
I love that Persistence. She's the stuff.
Kyla said…
Great story. I love Patience's insight into Persistence.
Mad said…
I like this take on this week's mission.
Oh, I love looking and childrens' stories! Too cute.

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