Last night Liam's crying and being sick woke up Xander. So Xander went to sleep in our bed. Except he wouldn't sleep. This was before I knew Liam was sick, so I was a bit annoyed to have a crying toddler and a 4 year old nattering at me.
But I am amazed at the information Xander doled out. Why oh why could he have not told me about his day at school at 3 pm, when I asked him about it. I got a whole lot of "Not much." and "Oh, I forget."
Seriously, this child is four, not fourteen. I expect this from a fourteen year old, but from my uber-chatty four year old, not so much.
However, in the middle of trying to do sleep training, I got full details on a new journal they are doing at school, including why they are doing it and what he has put in it.
I ask you: is this what an aneurysm feels like?