Jonathan did not want to go to bed at all. It was 12:30 and he still didn’t want to go to bed but was half out of it with exhaustion. He just kept talking and talking and talking. I had left the light on downstairs and realized it as we discussed that I was not going to read him a book before bed because of how late it was.

“Man! This is the worst night ever!” he started to whine, almost in tears. “No book. I didn’t get to finish my show. …”

“Well, at least our house didn’t burn down. We still have a house, right?” I said, trying to show him the good parts of the day.

“But you left the light on downstairs!” he said, whining even more now .

“So…do you think that means that the house will burn down?” I asked, trying to follow his reasoning.

“No,” he said nearly whimpering “but I don’t know what our electric bill is going to be like noooowww!”

He was asleep less than five minutes later, but I had to, of course, turn the light off before he would fall asleep. I had this feeling he might have nightmares about opening the electric bill a month from now.

I’m very certain this child channels his father in many, many ways.