A has fallen into a routine of trying to postpone bedtime as long as possible. His first try is always, "How about a little more TV?" Then, "I need a snack." Then, "One more book."
Last night, he was really going for it. Paul put him into bed, said goodnight and closed the door. You could still hear, "Daddeee! I need a snack!" Pause. "Daddeee!" Paul was in our bedroom, which is right next to Aaron's, packing his gym bag for the next day. So he could hear all of this clearly. Then Paul sneezed.
"Bless you, Dadddy," came from Aaron's room. "Thank you, Aaron," Paul replied.