Sleep?

I’m sitting here in the bed typing this with a little boy that shares my cold, but is too wired to sleep.

Every night we have the same bedtime routine.

We read our Bible and a book or two.

Then he wants me to tell him what we did during the day.  

That is followed by me singing what now amounts to a list of 15 songs. I can’t sing, but I do my best to convince him otherwise.

Some nights I get lucky and he falls asleep around the third song. Most nights he drifts off toward the end. Then there are the countless times like tonight when he won’t give in.

He hasn’t been an easy sleeper since day one.

Why should tonight be any different?