Normally, she fake cries when she wakes up until I come to get her. But on this particular morning, she wasn’t crying. She was laughing.
So, I go in there to get her. It’s pitch black because it’s, like, 5:00am. I walked into the room, and before I could get my bearings, I realized there was someone sitting in Gracie’s tiny rocking chair.
It was Bean. And he was wearing only his underwear.
“Hi, Mom,” he said, rocking away.
“Hey, Buddy,” I said, confused. “Um… what are you doing in here?”
“I’m just singing,” he replied happily.
Uh huh… Uh huh… Totally normal.
“Okay, well, where are your pajamas?”
“Oh, they were too heavy, so I took them off.”
Oh. Sure. Okay. Makes total sense to me.