Eric walked into his door last night. I think he kind of deserved it, waking us up at 2am.
I made Brett go put him back to bed, as I was busy nursing Brody. I heard a HUGE thump, and Brett snickering. Eric was not impressed by us laughing at him. I took me a while to fall back asleep after that, as I would have random fits of giggles just thinking about it.
It doesn't seem as funny today, as I am hounded by the ever changing emotions of a 3 year old. (whoever coined the "terrible twos", never obviously knew a three year old!).
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