Bedtime, errr, playtime?

This is what happens in my household nearly every single night.  It’s called Operation Let’s-find-everything-fun-and-obnoxious-and-loud-to-play-with-and-bang-on.  Super cute, right?  Um, yeah… except for when it’s 30 minutes past her bedtime and we’re clearly not even close to putting her pajamas on.  Sigh.

Who needs to count sheep when you’ve got pots to bang on, songs to sing, and dances to be danced?
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