This weekend, Beautiful Wife went to visit her sister (who just had twins) and took both the boys with her. The trip went well, but they returned home around midnight on Sunday.
Firstborn insisted on remaining awake for the entire eight-hour trip back, so I let him stay up while we finished more of the cleanup and unloading; and while the Beautiful Woman took a hot bath. (Secondborn woke briefly as he was carried into the house, but went right back to sleep.) Once all that was done, I tossed Firstborn in the shower, brushed his teeth thoroughly, and put us both to bed.
Normally, after his bath/shower, Firstborn gets "froggy light time." This is a wind-down period of about twenty minutes, during which the overhead light is off but the frog-shaped lamp is still on. On Sunday, Froggy Light Time lasted about a minute and a half... because it was two o'clock in the smeggin' morning.
Despite the hour, Firstborn protested vocally when I shut off the lamp. There was crying. There was complaining. There was wailing and gnashing of teeth. There was...
This marks some sort of personal best for Firstborn having a tantrum. The whole thing, from lights out through strenuous complaints to complete unconsciousness, lasted less than two minutes. It's just a shame it doesn't work that way all the time.