So. Tonight Judah is upset to be interrupted in his play to go to bed. In an effort to lighten his mood, I jokingly suggest that since he didn't want to go to bed, maybe he'd like to go to China?
Yes, yes! Go to China, he cries!
Shall I put you in this box and mail you to China?
Are you sure? Carrying him over to the box.
Putting him in the box.
You wanna get in the box and go to China?
Snuggling him down in the packing peanuts and starting to wonder at what point he was going to get scared, reverse his pleas of yah, yah to nah, nah and begin to cling in fear to my neck with his adorable chubby arms-- my whole reason for this dumb game to begin with (I know, I know, bad mommy, bad mommy).
BUT noooo. Even as the box lid is closed over his head, we can hear Go to Chiiinaaa?? coming from inside the box.
I decide it is time to put an end to this.
Silly boy (lifting him out of the box) I can't send you to China! I need my little boy, I would miss you!
His face slowly crumples...China???
And he is carted off to bed amid wails of Chiiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Judah go to Chiiiiinaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!