I had a friend who was the same. (Note the word had!) lived for the child to be in bed, didn’t interact/play with him at all....to the point when I was over there once and was playing with and talking to him she came back into the room and asked who I was talking tooIt’s so shitty how her night starts when Ronnie is in bedOf course as a parent we all breathe a sigh of relief and make furious eye contact with each other as not to even smile incase we wake the little shitsdarlings. But again a perfect example why can Ronnie not enjoy some chips earlier in the night together?