Tomorrow is CJ's birthday... which means tonight he is having a reeeeeeally hard time going to sleep.
He tiptoes out to meet my withering glare.
"CJ, you MUST stay in bed!" I admonish.
"Mommy!" he says with urgency, "I already went to sleep TWO TIMES!" he pauses, then adds, "is it the morning?"
Oh, the wishful thinking.
Five will come soon enough, CJ. Too soon, if you ask me.
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