My son is, without a doubt, the Best Little Boy in the World. Among his innumerable stellar qualities, he sleeps pretty well — usually, he wakes up once at most during the night, and it’s five minutes to get him back to sleep, after which I sneak out and go back to bed.
Not last night.
We had the one wake-up, but the rest was more like: five minutes to get him back to sleep, and then get caught trying to sneak out. This went on for about an hour, during which I swear I heard Sam Fisher and Solid Snake arguing over who had to sneak in and grab his sippy cup.
Another nap on the train for me. I’ve been doing that a lot recently.
