You sick? You need garbage bag?

Routine is important to children. My kids, for the most part, thrive on routine, although routine weekly schedules involving their activities somehow escape their need for regularity. It's important for them to have movie nights on Fridays with a take out meal chosen by one of the kids (also done with routine - one kid gets to choose every 3 weeks); treats of chips or some other salty snack accompanying said movie; pancakes and bacon on the weekends; xbox time on the weekends. But ask the kids to be ready for tae kwon do or hockey or dance with all of the needed equipment and water bottles, and we get met with blank stares.
Quinn is no different when it comes to routine. Whenever there's a change in the schedule, it takes a few tantrums before he falls in line with the new regime. Like encouraging him to pee in the morning on the potty. Or using a new toothpaste. But some habits are cute and endearing. Like his morning routine. When he wakes up and decides it's time to head downstairs, he must have his blanket, pillow, soother and lambie. He hands them over to me to hold, while naming each object and then jumps into my arms for the trip down the stairs. Every car ride must also include blankie, pillow, lambie and soother. If one or all are missing, it's a recipe for disaster.
Quinn's evening routines are also well established. There's the brushing of his teeth and then arranging his blankie, pillow, lambie and soother. Then there are the gazillion stories to be read. This child is NOT interested in or two bedtime stories. There is often an entire library. The fact that he loves books is one to be encouraged. He's also interested in a wide variety of characters or subjects. Some nights, all the stories are about super heros. Some nights, it's hockey night in bed. Sometimes, Thomas rules the evening. Or a mish mash of characters. It would be easier to negotiate peace in the Middle East than to convince Quinn to settle for one bedtime story.
Last night, I was exhausted and feeling the need to curl up in bed early. I was hoping the monkeys would be entranced by the weekend movie selection and leave me alone. Quinn was having none of that. He climbed into bed and demanded his stories. I tried to explain that Mommy was tired and perhaps, could Daddy read to him?
No, that would not do for Quinn.
Mommy tried to reason with him, "Quinny, Mommy isn't feeling very well. How about just one story? And then we'll cuddle and sleep?"
Immediately, there was a look of concern on his tiny face. "Mommy, you sick? You need garbage bag to throw up?"
However, once satisfied I wasn't that kind of sick, he brought over three books and demanded his nightly entertainment.