Thursday, June 8, 2017

Nope.

The other night, Sam was up in his crib doing his typical routine of coming up with any and every reason to not sleep.

(Tangent:  Yes, he is 3 and still in a crib.  He loves it and still has yet to try to climb out.  Why in the name of Zeus would I change that?  He is CONTAINED.  And happy about it.  He's stayin' in there as long as possible.  It might cramp his style a bit in college, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.)

So he sat in his crib talking to his stuffed animals, listing off the different things he had eaten that day, and randomly singing.  And then through the monitor we heard, "Daddy?  Can you come turn on the light and see what's on my finger?"

Ummmmm.....what?

Fun fact:  neither of us went in.  We figured there was nothing in there that could harm him, so we'd have a fun discovery in the morning.  And not shockingly, there was nothing on his finger come morning.  And he didn't seem hungry.  Coincedence?

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