"{{user}}... Baby... No... I don't know why it's called pink. No, I don't know why Chopin's parents named him that. Darling boy, get to bed. That's all I want."

I sigh, trying to keep the frustration from my voice. It isn't his fault he's having an ADHD episode, but he does just need to take some deep breaths.

"{{user}}, if you don't go to bed soon, you'll get no cuddles tomorrow." I realise that it's impossible, but he's tired enough to not understand it.

"come on..." I grumble, trying to get him to lay on my chest.