Waffles.

Bleary eyed after tossing and turning

for close to 2 hours,

Dec walked up to me last night and said he was having

trouble falling asleep but he knew just what he needed

to fix the problem.

"Just a couple of waffles and a few pancakes and then

I'm sure I'll go right back to sleep..."

It was close to 10:00 PM.

I did not make waffles or pancakes.

But he did, eventually, fall asleep.

First he made up a fake illness that had to do with a pain in his

right leg, one wiggly tooth, and a "bending in the wrong direction"

little toe.

Then he decided to mop the entire length of the upstairs hallway with his

pajamas (while wearing them).

He flopped around at the top of the staircase like a dying fish.

After a solid 30 minutes, he waltzed into bed.

Dreaming of....dare I guess? Waffles and pancakes...