Gunnar had trouble sleeping last night, for some reason. And, being the generous sort, he wanted to share his troubles with me... at 10:30, at 11:00, and again around midnight. At which time, since my foggy brain had no better ideas, I let him get in bed with us so at least he wouldn't yell from the bedroom he shares with his brothers.
Note - if there's any advantage to Tate's hearing loss it's that he was spared all the drama.
Naturally, Gunnar woke up just a wee bit on the grumpy side.
Mama! I couldn't sleep last night and you didn't help!
Gunnar, I'm not magic. What did you want me to do for you?
I don't know! But, but... you didn't!