Stalling.

I just had to share a short story from bed time the other night that makes me giggle every time I think of it. Brooke was trying anything to keep from having to go to bed, which is pretty rare around here. Steven told her "quit stalling and go to bed" and later as she was wiggling non stop while in bed he said it again. When I walked in to say prayers and get my hugs she very sadly said "Momma, Daddy told me I was stalling" as if it were a bad thing. So, I asked if she knew what it meant and she shook her head no. I explained that she was stalling by doing anything she possibly could to keep from going to bed or going to sleep. She laid there for a second and suddenly the biggest grin and chuckle came out of her and she said "Momma, I WAS stalling."