Bedtime

Silas was putting one of my birthday cards back into the envelope.
 Me: Silas, come on. It is bedtime.
 Si: Just a second Mommy.
 Me: Silas...
 Si: Mom, I am trying to email this letter!

10 minutes later...
Whining from bedroom. I walk in to see everything in Si's bed stacked on top of each other. He is trying to "make a tall bed to sleep on" and the pug dog "doesn't stay in his spot."

20 minutes later..
Hysterical crying from bedroom. I walk in to see what limb has fallen off causing Si so much pain that he is completely melting down. Oh, he was fine. Dr. Paul Stripes had just fallen out of the bed becuase Si tried to stack him up to "make a rectangle" with all of the things in his bed. You couldn't even see into the bed because Si had the entire rail covered.