Mister Twister
So last night at around 8:50, Kevin comes downstairs with his housecoat over his PJs, and tells me he thinks it's morning already because he looked out his window and it looks like it's getting light.
Mind you, this is less than an hour after I turned out the lights, during which time I've been listening to him messing around in his room, going to the bathroom repeatedly, etc., etc.
I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him to go back to bed and to go to sleep this time. Silly boy.
Mind you, this is less than an hour after I turned out the lights, during which time I've been listening to him messing around in his room, going to the bathroom repeatedly, etc., etc.
I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him to go back to bed and to go to sleep this time. Silly boy.