when noah got out of his bed (AGAIN) the other night i went into his room and told him to go to sleep. he looked up at me from his bed, smiled, raised his shoulder, scrunched up his nose and said....
"i'm sooo glad you 'dopted me.
you're so pretty.
can i have a dog?"
in succession, with expression, and eyes wide open. he won the gold.
but he still had to stay in his bed.