Yawn

3:47am.

Sound asleep, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Mom? It's me. Brian. I went to the bathroom."

I gave him a squeeze and back he trotted to bed...and now I sit here WIDE awake.

Yawn.

He is not a good sleeper...never has been and probably never will. He is going to be an awesome college student someday because he requires very little sleep and remembers everything.

Brian is like a reporter. At 9, he still fills me in on every detail...like the whole 'hey, I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night' kind of details. Except with him, it is more of a 'MOM! I went to the bathroom but I didn't flush cuz I was afraid it would wake the cats so I shut the door but now I can't see the nightlight and what are we having for lunch tomorrow?' kind of details.

At 3:47 am.

Like I said, this will one day serve him well.

I hope.

Yawn.

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