Going to bed

It was a bit late for Violet's bedtime, which is always a bit of a nightmare.  She's a crazy force of nature if she's up too late.  Just ten minutes can make the difference between pleasant, fun, listening daughter and a whirlwind of chaotic destruction.

I finally corralled her into bed and she declared, "Daddy, I don't like you."

I looked at her, not easily surprised by the things she says as bedtime.  "Why?" I asked.

Matter of factly, she said, "Because you made me go to bed."

I was struck but the brutal and simple honesty of it.