The Tragedy of Putting Timothy to Bed

Memoirs of an older sister

by Sophia Jenkins

It came to that tragic time, the time mom said for me to put timothy to bed. I try to say the bad words gently, “Timothy it is time for you to go to bed.”

“No I’m not tired,” said Timothy

“Well, you have school tomorrow so we better go to bed now. You don’t want to be tired for school do you?”

“I’m not going to school. I feel I little-bit-sick.”

I grab Timothy by the waist and carry him to his room. After much wrestling he is standing on his bed. More wrestling and he is sitting on his bed. Even more wrestling and is laying down with his cover on.

“I am tired of my bed. I want to sleep in mom and dads bed,” said Timothy.

“Hmmm, I think you better stay here in your bed,” I try to convince him.

“No! I am going to go tell Dad. He is on my side!”

“He is not here Timothy. Go to bed,” I said.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

Timothy begins screaming and runs to mom and dads door. He bangs on it and continues to yell. Finally after much bribing that I will get Ethan to snuggle with him he yields and goes back to bed. As I am making my tortilla in the kitchen timothy barges in.

“Ethan stinks! I want you!” he says. He looks at my tortilla and says “I’m hungry!”

“Ok I will give you a tortilla if you ran back into bed,” I say.

When I reach the room he is sitting in bed waiting patiently. I give him the tortilla.

“I’m thirsty,” says timothy.

“Ok what do you want? Juice or water?” I ask.

“Cool aid.”

“There is no cool aid.”

“FINE …JUICE!!!”

I return moments later with the juice. I give it to him and for hopefully the last time I say, “Now it is time to go to bed.”

I turn out the light and I hear him scream.

“I can’t eat without the light on,” says Timothy.

“I can’t sleep with the light on,” says Caleb.

“Timothy you can see. The hall light is on. You will be fine,” I said.

“But I’m scared of the dark,” says Timothy.

“Timothy you don’t have to be scared God sent his angels to protect you. They are the strongest power rangers ever! So there is no reason to be scared.”

“But I can’t see them”

“Well, uh, err, that doesn’t mean they’re not hear. Hmmmm. You know they have invincible power.”

“I’m scared of the dark.”

“I am GOING and I am TURNING off the light and you are GOING TO GO TO BED.”

As I leave I hear crying and screaming. After listening for 20 min. to his screaming, I go into the room for the last time.

“Do you want to come snuggle with me?”

Timothy nods his head and reaches out his arms. I pick him up and carry him to my bed.

“Your blankets are scary,” says Timothy.