After a harrowing battle with Bug over picking up his toys before going to bed tonight which involved two timeouts and multiple threats this is what he cried as he went up to bed with mom:
“I want to be good! I wish I could be good every night like Monkey! It’s so hard for me!”

If only he could understand that we have to do a few things we don’t like in order to do the many things we do like. He’ll figure it out someday, maybe about the time I do.