Several weeks ago, when I had exhausted all methods of getting Ethan to sleep, I introduced the concept of “counting sheep” to him. I explained that he should imagine seeing the sheep jump over a fence in front of him, and count them as he lay down on the bed.
So Ethan said out loud, “Okay, Mommy. One… two… three…four… five…six…. seven… eight… nine… TEN! There are TEN SHEEP Mommy!”
So I told him to count in his head, NOT out loud. And that he was suppose to keep counting ’em sheep.
And this time he counted only THREE. And he still could not fall asleep.
There was another time when I asked him to count sheep yet again, and he replied, “There are NO SHEEP today, Mommy.”