A New Excuse To Avoid Bedtime

Henry's all about having to go potty, get a drink, fluff the pillows, rub my back, lay with me - anything to avoid the inevitable bedtime.   Tonight, we got a new excuse.  He showed up at our bedroom door with scrunched nose, shrugged shoulders and hands in the air saying, 'Mom, I think I smell some rotten chicken in the kitchen.'  Seriously?!  I smell nothing and how would he know what rotten chicken smells like?  What will he think up next?