The past two nights, Gianni has had trouble sleeping. Since I've had trouble sleeping for three months now, and I feel terrible about The Bee Episode of three days ago, I let him snuggle me. Hence the ridiculous conversation we whispered at the wee hours of the morning.
G: Hey, Mom?
G: Hey, Mom, do you know? The sun is up!
M: That's the moon.
G: Oh. Hey, Mom, do you know?
G: You have stinky nose breath.
M: Then roll over.
G: Hey, Mom, can we get up yet?
M: YOU can.
G: Hey, Mom, do you know? Do you know that blackberries are like squishy potatoes?
G: Yeah! Yeah, they're like if you left your blackberry in the street and a car came and ran over it. Yeah!
M: Whatever, Grover.
G: Hey, Mom, you ever left your blackberry in the street?
G: And hey, Mom?
G: My legs won't stay still.
M: I noticed.
G: Hey, Mom? Hey, Mom? HEY,MOM?
G: Is that still the moon up?
M: YES. Go to sleep. Do you need to go potty?
M: Cause you're really wiggly and if you don't stop elbowing me I'm gonna kick you out.
G: K. K, sorry, Mom. Hey, Mom?
G: Can you move over so I can get out and go potty?
*Four minutes later*
G: Hey, Mom. Hey, Mom, did you know?
G: I love you, Mom. But don't breathe anymore on me, k?