Another brick in the wall...

Little Man had two front teeth pulled yesterday to accommodate two newbies that came in behind the baby ones. He was a bit tired at night, so went to sleep fairly easily. Because of the loud storm, he woke up at 4:00 am. Instead of going back to sleep, he closed his bedroom door, turned on his light, and proceeded to sing the hard rock song titled Loded Diaper from his favorite movie "Rodrick Rules" (Diary of the Wimpy Kid part 2). As his bedroom is next door to ours, he woke us up. Can you see it? 4:00 am. Storm rages outside. The kid sitting on his bed, singing Loded Diaper at the top of his lungs... I told him, in no uncertain terms, he needs to go back to sleep, either in his bed or ours. He picked ours, and we went back to sleep.

I couldn't come up with this if I tried!

The photo above is not connected to the story by the way. It represents, undoubtedly, the feeling of insignificance when faced (or, rather, backed) with the momentous seat of KNOWLEDGE. or something like that. :-)