Stinks threw himself another all night party last night, complete with hourly nursing. Good times were had by none. As I stared into his bright, shining eyes about 9:30 this morning, I decided I needed to tell him a little cautionary tale about not sleeping when he should. Here’s how it went:
“There once was a boy named Andrew who wouldn’t take his nappy-nap. He was eaten by wolves. The end.”
Chunks was nonplussed. I think it’s because he doesn’t know his name is Andrew; he thinks it’s Stinks/Chunks/Chubs or some variation thereof. Otherwise I’m sure he would have heeded the warning posthaste.