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Burrito or Taco? Print
Written by Mike Noel   
Saturday, 09 December 2006
Every parent of small kids knows that bedtime can be a chore or sometimes even a battle. So we all develop little tricks that help us deal with the situation. In my case it is the boys who are sometimes a challenge when it comes to bedtime. To cope with this we've come up with a game. It started with my oldest son. While tucking him in one night I asked, "Would you like me to tuck you in like a burrito?" That sounded interesting so he said yes. I quickly wrapped the blankets around him with his arms tucked inside. Nice and snug like a burrito. I made the same offer to his younger brother but he declined. He might not have been sure about who was going to eat the burrito. Cautious boy.
The burrito thing went on quite a while and helped me get through several "tuck-in" episodes. Soon, though, the novelty began to wear off and I could tell it was losing its magic. This became painfully obvious when I asked my oldest one night and he declined. Becoming a burrito wasn't exciting enough to get him into bed. Panic started to set in and then I realized that if I could make a burrito I could also make a taco (soft taco). I proposed the taco option, his eyes lit up, and he accepted it full of giggles.
My youngest still wasn't up to the whole burrito thing but I thought that now with additional options he might be willing. After I asked him he thought about it for a bit and said that tonight he would like to be wrapped up like his brother. But he didn't want to be a burrito and he didn't want to be a taco. Now I was in trouble. What else was there. He announced, "I want to be a nacho!".
I'm not sure how I did it but I made him into a nacho. I left two giggling mexican food items laying in their beds and turned off the lights. Good night, sleep tight, and have wonderful dreams of pintos and cheese.
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