Oh Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You wouldn't be so tired if you hadn't gotten up so early. Just sayin'.
Why, oh WHYYYEEEEE must you wake up at five-forteeeeeee????? I do not understand you, son. I put you to bed, well scratch that, your Father put you to bed at seven the last two nights.
Wednesday morning?? You don't get up until SEVEN-FIFTY. This morning? Up at five-farking-forty.
I just don't get you, kid.
CONSISTENCY!! Consistency, dammit!! That's what Mama needs! That what Mama wants!
I've been giving you consistency -- don't you think I deserve some in return?? Please?? Pretty please with Vanilla Crunchin' Blocks on top?? No?
Ah, well. I still love ya kid.
Oh yeah, it was my Blogiversary yesterday. Mah baybee is One! Whaaaa! *sniff* *sniff*