It's Still NIghttime

5:45 AM I hear that scamper of tiny feet. As you know, I do not find this endearing, particularly when my alarm is set to go off in 10 minutes.

Me: "What's wrong?"
Thomas: "I opened my eyes and it was so dark I couldn't see anything."
Me: "That's because it's still nighttime and time for sleep."
Thomas: "Oh, okay."

So, off to the bathroom we go.

I then scoop him up and carry him to his bed.

He whispers, "I love you too, Mommy."

Okay, a little endearing.