Tonight at bed time I realized that my two year old was not in fact trying to kill me, or more specifically he wasn't really standing over my early grave with a toy beach shovel in hand... grinning from ear to ear...That was my imagination. My overactive mind pictured that tonight's bed time was him slowly digging my grave, shoving me in, piling the dirt on top and standing triumphantly on said mound of sand. The kid is so over tired that he can't sleep. We will have to find a solution to this problem. But in the mean time I thought of Calvin and Hobbs and how much this kid reminds me of my two and half year old son.
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