My 3:30AM (or anytime between 2:30 and 5:30, really) wake-up call has always come with a request...
Bacon?
More slide?
Ball pit?
More sing?
Mariana?
Isaac?
More Jesse drums?
Canjo?
More read books?
...to which I reply, "Tomorrow. We will do that tomorrow," and I give Victor his paci, covers, and turn on the music.
This morning, we turned a corner. As I walked into his room, he himself informed me of when his requests would be fulfilled, "More outside tomorrow?"
Yes, dear, like I always say, more outside tomorrow.
Next time, could we wait until tomorrow to talk about it?
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