The boys put their heads together and came up with an ingenious plan. At least that's my theory. Asher likes to go to sleep for the night at 11 or 12 p.m. And Aidan likes to get up at 5 or 6 a.m. Sleep is aggressively attacked at top and bottom in our home, left with bruised feet and black eyes. Sleep is a perpetual invalid.This morning, 6 a.m.
Me: "Hey Aidan, do you want to get a blanket and cuddle with Daddy?"
Aidan: "No! Make foffee?" (i.e., coffee)
And that's pretty much the way it goes.
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