Echidna Boy is a night owl. Getting him to go to bed before 1 a.m. is very difficult, especially that we don’t currently have the threat of school looming. (He comes by it naturally: my first week of work I worked 9 p.m. to 5:30 a.m., and loved it.)
Tonight, he went to bed at 10:30. Why?
I don’t know with any certainty, but I am pretty confident that it was because I was insisting on watching the six-part PBS series Broadway: The American Musical in the living room and persisted in singing along with the soundtrack. He left halfway through the hour on Rogers & Hammerstein.
Show tunes: effective against teenage boys.* Hee hee.
*Of course, it could also have been my singing.