Well. . . I'm not sure why, but A woke up this morning around 2 AM. He came into our bedroom and for about forty-five minutes I lay in bed thinking, "Must Get Up. Take child back to his room." Finally, M got up and they went into A's room.
About an hour later, I heard A toddle out of his bedroom and then the click of a light. M followed soon after.
"A turned on the light," said A.
"I see that," said M, who is a better man than I.
"Get the waffle iron. Make waffles," said A.
I guess he was hungry. By this time I had girded my loins with a bathrobe and fished some frozen waffles out of the freezer. I did try to reason with A that it wasn't yet 3 AM and that we should all be asleep, but M says I was using my angry voice. I thought I was using my sleepy voice.
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