Will has a secret "night-life." I'm not kidding. We put this child to sleep and, a mere two hours later when we head up to bed, all sorts of evidence has appeared.
- His stuffed animal "pets" are sleeping on a chair with my pajama pants for a blanket.
- The water glass by Scott's side of the bed is now on the windowsill.
- Will is sleeping on our bed with a green laundry basket on his head. (I believe this is some sort of trap to try to catch his parents moving him back to his bed.)
- Given his frequent "accidents" of late, he's filling up the bathtub and drinking the whole thing to quench his thirst.
Anyway, last night, after raising his hand and swearing to stay in bed the whole night and nothing but the whole night, Will yells down about 45 minutes after I thought he was asleep:
"Mommy? There aren't any sheets on your bed!"
"I know ... Mommy's washing them."
"Can I help, Mommy?"
"No, Will, you're supposed to be sleeping."
"OK. But Mommy? Why aren't there any sheets on your bed? Did you or Daddy have an accident?"
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