Jonah got up at 5:30 this morning and went downstairs. If he had come in bed with me, I'd have put him back to bed. But he went downstairs, where Nathan had gotten up and gone back to sleep on the couch. Nathan didn't realize what time it was, so he let Jonah stay up. And have toast. And perhaps coffee, too, for all I know.
Arg! He just had to go potty...
After a while, though, Jonah came back upstairs to wake me up. "Why did you get up so early?" I asked him.
"Ummm... cuz I waked up! And I thought Daddy was on the couch!"
"Yeah, he was. So why did you wake him up?"
"Daddy waked up by hisself!"
"Yeah, after you jumped on him!"
"I didn't jumped on... Oh, yeah, I DID jumped on him!"