Recently, we bought a bunk bed. Son #2, previously confined to a crib, has gone hog wild with his newly found freedom.
Any time he needed a bite to eat or a drink in the middle of the night, he would call for us, which wasn’t very often. Hardly ever, actually.
There must be something about waking up, realizing there are no restrictions, and then getting up and wandering around for a bit because you can.
The other night, Charity thought she saw something on the monitor. She went to the boy’s room, and both boys were in bed.
She went into the kitchen, where a surprise awaited her. The refrigerator door was open. A glass, a gallon jug of milk, and a gallon jug of tea were on the floor in front of the fridge, as were copious amounts of tea that once occupied the gallon jug.
After cleaning the floor, she went back to the bedroom. Son #2 had a cup of tea in his bed, and his pillow was soaked. He didn’t finish the drink before he fell asleep.
We can only assume, but we believe that he awoke, was thirsty, got up to get a drink, couldn’t open his drink of choice (milk), and opted for the tea, which was easier to pour, no matter where — in the cup or on the ground.
What got us is that we didn’t hear any of it going on. And we hadn’t fallen asleep yet.
Son #2 came into our room the other night with a CD in his hand. What? The last we knew, the CDs were on a shelf. It was early in the morning, and we never heard a thing.
Son #2 has options careerwise – Navy SEAL or private detective being the first two that come to mind.
So, our only option, at this point, is to sew jingle bells on all of his pajamas.
to the bellboy,
– Caleb
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