indiana jones & the sleepless toddler

If you know, you know

Trying to put a small child to bed is like the beginning of that one Indiana Jones movie.

The one where he makes his way past all the booby traps in the jungle and cave on his way to a little squat gold statue sitting on a pedestal at the end of the cave. 

When Jones sees the squat fat gold Coke can with a face carved on it he doesn’t just run up and snatch it off its pedestal. No, he takes a small sack of about the same size as the statue and fills it with some sand - to match the weight of the figure. Then he tiptoes up to it and in a flash swaps one for the other and then quickly tiptoes out of the cavern — or tries to.

Because just as with a toddler you’ve just spent the better part of an hour putting to sleep there is no room for error. I guess Indiana’s calculation was off because his little switch-a-roo didn’t work and that trap was sprung.

Just as the toddler is now sitting up in bed glaring at you — “I dare you to try and walk out that door”,, “get back here and lay down with me”,, forget the editing-email-laundry you needed to get finished.

Better luck next time Indy.

I guess you’re taking a nap now.