Eggcellent question...

Alex has had a pretty solid bedtime routine for most of her life.  It has evolved over time, but currently includes...

• Brushing teeth
• Putting on PJs
• Watching a TV show of her choosing (unless it's too late or we have had behavioral issues)
• Read a book
• Mama reads a book to her
• I sing Twinkle Twinkle
• I sing "La-la's" (Twinkle Twinkle with la-la-la replacing the last three syllables of each line... don't ask)
• She asks me to stay with her for two minutes
• We talk for two minutes
• Sleepy time

It works well and we almost never have bedtime problems.  Routine.  Routine.  Routine. 

The other night as I lay with her and talked for two minutes, she got quiet.  And then, without looking at me or raising her voice above a hush, she asked me, "How did you know how many eggs there were?".  I told her I wasn't sure what she was asking.  She said, "You know, when the Easter Bunny came, how did you know how many eggs there were?"

This was months ago and I had to think... and then remembered that when she was searching for eggs I thought I'd be a great parent and make it a math project.  I told her there were 25 eggs.  "Okay," I said like dope, "you found 14, how many more are there?"  She always knew the answer and I patted myself on the back... fast forward to the question... How long has she been working this out in her head?

I told her that the bunny left me a note designating the number of eggs to insure that she wouldn't miss any of them.

"Do you still have the note?"

Jesus... I was starting to sweat a little.  I told her that I had recycled it.

"Why would you do that?

I rambled an answer about helping Mother Earth and quickly decided that her two minutes were up and kissed her goodnight.

I am going to have to be more careful...