Me: Then do it for Pete's sake.
Son: Who's Pete?
(3 minutes later)
Son: (Running into room) Oh, wait, Mommy! Um, what are we going to do after quiet time?
Me: Buddy quiet time means you stay IN your bed the whole time. No talking. Go!
(2 minutes later)
Son: (Running into room) Mommy, who's at the door?! Is it for me? Does someone want to play?
Me: Do you understand what quiet time means? It means it's get-your-freaking-butt-into-bed time that's what it means.
Son: You can't say "freaking"!
Me: Ok, then it's keep-mommy-from-going-mental-and-throwing-away-all-your-rescue heroes time.
Son: I'm going!
Later that same night.
Son: Mommy, what are you doing?
Me: (Hiding chocolate ice cream behind my back) Dude, you are supposed to be in bed..skedaddle.
Son: You're eating ice cream? Why are you eating ice cream? Why do the grownups get to have ice cream?
Me: Because our lives are delightful and carefree, now get the he.. Ugh. Go to bed!