Don't Wake the Baby!

Once upon a bedtime - there is me. I’m in my bed upstairs. Dad’s watching telly downstairs. “Goal!” he shouts. He’s watching football. Then. Everything is quiet. Everything is still. Until… “Waaaaaahhh!” Oh no! Who woke the baby? Dad bounds up the stairs. “Was it you?” he says. I shake my head like mad. “He must have filled his nappy, Dad.” “Waaaaaahhh!” goes Baby. Dad’s not happy. He hates a stinky nappy. His football’s on the telly, and a nappy’s very… smelly. Dad changes Baby quick as anything. Then I hear him start to sing… “Rock-a-bye-baby, close your eyes, ‘cause it is time for sleepybies.” Dad pops his head in, “Now, maybe, just maybe, I can watch the telly if you don’t wake the… baby.” Then. Everything is quiet. Everything is still. Until… as I close my eyes, I suddenly realise… I haven’t got my teddy! Oh no! I can’t bear to sleep without teddy. He’s my favorite. I get in a muddle, if I don’t have a… cuddle. But I left my teddy in baby’s room. Oh no! So I creep along the landing. Creep, creep, creep. “Shhh!” Open the creaky door, creak, creak, creak. And pick up my teddy. So far, so good. But, just my luck. I tread on a squeaky duck. Squeak! “Waaaaaahhh!” Who do you think it was? Baby! Oh, no! I run back to bed. Dad says, “Was it you?” I nod my head. Baby goes, “Waaaaaahhh!” Then I hear Dad start to sing… “Rock-a-bye-baby, close your eyes, ‘cause it is time for sleepybies.” Dad pops his head in, “Now, maybe, just maybe, I can watch the telly if you don’t wake the… baby.” Then. Everything is quiet. Everything is still. That is until… as I close my eyes, I suddenly realise… I need a wee! Oh, no! I’m bursting, bursting! It’s really, really hard for my to get to sleep if I need a… wee. But the toilet is right next to baby’s room. So I creep along the landing. Creep, creep, creep. “Shhh!” Through the squeaky toilet “Squeak!” And have a wee. And wash my hands. So far, so good. But then I go and spoil it, when, I flush the… toilet. “Ker-splooooosshhhh!” “Waaaaaahhh!” Oh, no! I run back to bed. Dad says, “Was it you?” I nod my head. Then I hear Dad start to sing… “Rock-a-bye-baby, close your eyes, ‘cause it is time for sleepybies.” Dad pops his head in, “Now, maybe, just maybe, I can watch the telly if you don’t wake the… baby.” Then everything is quiet. Everything is still. Especially me. Still, still, still. And as I close my eyes, I suddenly realise… YAWN, I’m actually ready for sleeeeepp. “Shhh!” “Goal!” shouts Dad from downstairs. “Waaaaaahhh!” Now I know who woke the baby. It was - Dad.