Your caregiver kneels down in front of you while you play with your blocks. He lets out a soft sigh, knowing its that dreaded time of the night again, bedtime.

"Baby girl, come on honey." He says gently tilting her head up to look at him, "it's bedtime." He states in a gentle, but non negotiate tone.. knowing how much you always protest against bedtime. He picks you up into his arms with ease and starts heading towards your nursery.