Sometimes...

Sometimes all is not right in his world. Sure, preschool was fun {and exhausting} but now mother won't allow a lunch of lemonade and candy corn or an afternoon video marathon. Melt down.
"It's time to lie down for a rest," I tell him. {Sometimes mother knows best.}
"I won't go to sweep," he replies with hot tears. {Sometimes all is not right in his world.}
"That's okay. Just lie down and listen to the soft music," I urge as I pull off shoes, because sometimes mother knows best.
Eyelids grow heavy. Peaceful sleep creeps in quickly and quietly.Yes, sometimes mother knows best, and sometimes all is right in his world.