Hunter: I don't want to go to rest time.
Me: Get upstairs for rest time, we're not discussing it.
Hunter: (major meltdown, screaming, tears, fist throwing) I already told you I'm not tired, I'm not going to rest time.
Me: The fit you're throwing says otherwise. Now. Go.
Hunter: I don't want to go to rest time, you can't make me.
At this point I left the room. I was done listening to the screaming and if he told me he's not tired one more time in his whiney/tired voice I was going to scream and cry myself. I didn't re-enter the room for an hour and I found this:
I feel like I won. He fell asleep. But he probably thinks he won - he never went upstairs to rest time. He made it up a stair, but decided his legs were too tired to move on.
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