Now here's one way to get out of going to bed (or try to, anyway)
Before I forget, a J funny: He clearly wanted to get out of going to bed last night. He told me he felt bad, we needed to go to the doctor. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his head and said, "See? I have a fever!" (He didn't, and he was fine - he didn't actually feel bad.) I told him that going to the ER is *not* something we aim to have happen, and that the only thing he needed to do was get into bed.