Well, all righty then!


Calls Will from his bed, announcing to me that he is up from naptime. I walk into his room, lean against the side rail, and ask him if he’s ready to get up now. It’s our normal routine.

He looks up at me squarely with sleepy eyes and droopy face. After a moment’s pause, he turns his head, spits his binky out with a quick “pop”, and faces me to say:

“Mommy, I want a treat.”

(My theory: Daddy has been giving Will some treat-seeking coaching!)