I ESCAPED from my chains and deftly monkeyed my way out of my crib - all by myself!
I tried to tell Mommy that I wasn't ready for bed, but she just wouldn't listen. Well, I guess she started feeling bad and decided to rescue me. But I didn't need rescuing. I am no damsel in distress - no siree.
Imagine Mommy's surprise when she opened my door and there I was standing like a deer in headlights.
So I got to sleep in Mommy & Daddy's bed with them (after I spilled an entire glass of water on their tempurpedic mattress, something about the smell of mildew really gets me tired). I am quite the bedhog.
And to top off a wonderful night - a WONDERFUL morning. I slept until almost 9am and Mommy didn't make me get dressed and go to school. She took me to the doctor instead - I love my doctor!
I don't love shots. Not even a little bit.
So it looks like I have to be back on those boring ole breathing treatments again. Thats ok though - I'll kick these lung problems in the tush soon enough. I ALWAYS get my way....
As Laddie used to say (with a satisfied grin):
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So Bryce Eleanor, your Mommy is just taking her turn in the inevitable circle. She loved getting up at night when she was your age...only she didn't actually wake up!