Climbing back into bed now… Spent the last few minutes with my son.
About 1:52am I was woken up by someone moving around the house. The pitter patter of little feet made me think one of the kids was up to use the bathroom, until I heard a beep that sounded suspiciously like the one our microwave makes when any button on it is pressed. Hmmm… This isn’t normal.
As I was headed down the hall to see what was going on, I see my 8-year-old at the other end of the hall, heading back into his room. Fully dressed for school. Mmmmkay, that’s two…
“Max?” I ask, easing into his room, “You okay, buddy?”
“Yep” he says, as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers up. Still fully dressed for school, “Just sleepy.”
This oughta be good.
“Okay. What are you doing awake?”
Then, in one long sleepy run on sentence, he says “I woke up and got dressed for school and went into the kitchen but no one was up and the clock on the microwave said 1:52 so I pushed clear to see if it was really 1:52 and it was still 1:52 so I came back to bed but I’m just gonna sleep in my schoolclothes so I don’t have to get dressed again later.” And then he was asleep.
While hugging him and squeezing him, and managing to not giggle too much, I got him back into his jammies and tucked him in.
I need to make a list of the reasons I love being a dad. This goes on there.
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