*A little device we use every now and again to speed up Henry's sometimes excruciatingly-long bedtime ritual:
I sit on a bench; Henry ooches up to me on his little yellow scooter car.
Me: Hello, sir. Welcome to the Night-Time Drive Thru. Can I take your order?
Henry: What do you have?
Me: Tonight you can chose either the Self-Serve package, or our limited-time offer of a Full-Serve, All-inclusive Bedtime package.
Henry: What's that mean?
Me: That means I do everything.
Henry: I'll take that.
Me: Scoot through to the next window, please.
He scoots around and pulls up to the other side of the bench.
Me: Let's start with PJs. We have a delightful pair with a Racing Car motif I think you'd like.
Henry: Yes, please.
Me: Arms up, sir.
He obliges. The PJs are on within a minute.
Me: And for your dental hygiene, do you mind strawberry-flavoured toothpaste?
He opens. I brush.
Me: I have a warm cloth for your face.
He closes his eyes. I wash.
Me: Excellent. I see here your account is pre-paid, so that's good. I'll just give you your complimentary hug (we hug), and you can drive up to the couch where a nice lady is waiting to read you the book of your choice.
Henry: Thanks, Daddy.
Me: Not at all, Cornbread. Come again.