At the crack of crack when it was still dark out, Nate came and found me and woke me up. "MOM," he whisper-shouted, "if I keep the volume down low, can I play the Staaar Warz game? PLEASE?"
I told him to see what time it was. It was five till five. AM!!! I sent him back to bed, and he grumbled at me the whole way. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that if he thought about it harder, he’d have figured that he could have just done as he liked and let me sleep. He came in to ask if he could play yet about eighty seven more times until it was finally okay at 7 a.m. I was so so so so sorry that we bought that game. I’m really tired. I may even go to bed at a reasonable hour.