So around bedtime tonight it was the usual scene.

My son was deep into some sort of craft project that involved foam shapes and about half a roll of my new Christmas wrapping scotch tape. And because I stayed up waaaaaay past my normal bedtime last night because I was wired (was it the cappuccino? the green tea? the thrill of watching late-night talk shows? or perhaps the homemade peanut brittle our friendly neighbors brought over??).

Anyhoo, my usual negotiation tactics for bedtime were not up to snuff. My threshold for non-compliance in the areas of putting on pajamas, brushing teeth, etc. was quite low.

So as I stood, scowl on my face, hand on my hips, telling my independent almost-6-year-old to yet again, step away from the craft project and go to his room to put on his pajamas…I realized (thanks to a goofy moment earlier when I was straightening up the toys)…that the whole time I was wearing

big
felt
reindeer
antlers.