Note: What I am about to write here I already shared with my cubicle mates at work. To say their sides were splitting with laughter puts it mildly. Manager had to come by to tell us to keep it down as we were disturbing the other workers.

So after last nights episode of “I can’t sleep because I needs my precious electronics”. DW got a bottle of Melatonin. She showed it to SS.

SS Feaked out.

“I don’t wanna take medicine!” He yells.

Big drama ensues. Lots of whining and tears streaming down his face.

DW stuck to her guns.

“Either you take this like a man, or I am holding you down and forcing it down your throat!”

I look at DW and I swear, I felt like I was falling in love with her all over again.

“Babe?” I ask. “You want me to hold him down?”

“QUIET YOU!”

“Yes Sister Jude...”

SS takes the melatonin but is still protesting. Saying it’s gross...

How can it be gross? They’re in pill format

BS and BD are oblivious to all this as they are watching TV in the living room.

Approximately 5 minutes before bedtime, I instruct SS to put all his electronics in the Tupperware container like last night. SS does so.

DW leaves the house momentarily to go see a neighbour about something (neighbour’s kid goes to the same school as ours and had some documents to give us).

At about 15 minutes past his bed time, I go check the container. All the electronics are there, except his cell phone.

I barge into SS room and demand he fork it over.

“Dad says you can’t take my cell phone away from me.” SS says.

“Oh really!?” I reply “Tell your Dad to call me. I would LOOOOOVE to have a conversation with him about that. Now give me your cell before I tear this room apart!”

SS gives me the phone but it is clear he is not happy about it.

DW comes home. I tell her what happened. She rolls her eyes and we climb into bed ourselves.

At about 11:00pm we are both woken up to the sound of SS crying hysterically.

“What’s wrong now?” DW asks.

“My face!” SS stammers. “I can’t feel my face!”

“Oh. Come. ON!!!” DW retorts. “SS, when is this going to end?”

“But I can’t feel my face Mom!”

“Trust me, your face is still there.”

DW had to sit in bed with him until he calmed down and went to sleep. DW thinks SS may have tried using some of her Proactive on his face because he is complaining of acne.