I have never been one of those mom's who puts her kids on a strict schedule and then sticks right to it. My kids all seem to find their own routine and we go along with it. But, none more so than my son. He is two. He has created his own bedtime routine, and if it is not followed to the world, watch out.
Me: "Should we sing a song?"
M: "What should we sing?"
H: "Poporn" (Popcorn popping on the Apricot tree)
M: (sings Popcorn. Only the fact that I am holding a baby excuses me from the hand motions)
M: "Now what should we sing?"
M: (sings Twinkle, Twinkle little star) Now what?
H: "Hmmmm. Wheels on Bus!"
Me: (Sings Wheels on the Bus. Must sing at least 5 verses. And during the wipers on the bus verse, I am interupted)
H: "Paper fell in the water. Duck got it."
M: "Yes. That's right. Your paper fell in the water." (finish singing Wheels on the Bus) "Now what?"
M: (singing Alphabet song, somewhere near the end I am interrupted.)
H: "S! S! Sing S!"
M: (re-sing QRS and finish.) "Okay, last song."
H: "Jingle Bells!"
M: (singing Jingle Bells. About halfway through, I am interrupted.)
(He doesn't completely understand the meaning of the word. I freeze, but unless I say "Okay, I'm frozen," he keeps yelling Freeze!)
M: (finish singing Jingle Bells.) Okay, good night.