After being sick with a cold and playing all day, I just knew that kiddo would be ready to crash for the night.
I was wrong.
Usually he follows me around until I pick him up to go to bed.
He had other plans. He went to his little corner of the living room and plopped down and started playing all by his self. It was really sweet to watch, but he had no intention of going to bed.
He just wanted to cook and pretend all alone.
It was 9 o'clock before he was begging me to pick him up. Even then he did not really want to go to bed.
It was a long night.