I put Grace to bed and endured the usual delays. I served her a glass of water, brought her a snack, escorted her to the bathroom, sang one more song, and when she finally ran out of excuses for delaying bedtime, she got ridiculous.
"Mom, turn on the light! Yes, yes, turn it on! TURN IT ON! .... 'Cause, 'cause, 'cause... I can't see which way my legs are going."