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Dad reports this morning:
Last night we allowed Tommy to stay up watching television (mostly James Bond but some Fairly Odd Parents (btw, The Channel Chasers is a must own! Timmy jumps into Charlie Brown and several other shows. Well done!) Around 11 or midnight he fell asleep on the floor in front of the television and I could not get him to move to his room.
This morning he was stirring so I said, “Tommy come take your medicine.” Ignore. “Tommy come take your medicine.” Ignore. “Don’t make me come over there and hit you.” (Yes, I used the word hit because he considers my taps to wake him hitting and sometimes to stir him they almost are) Mumble. “Wha huh. Sure.”
No complaints of sore back this morning. Perhaps he needs to sleep on the wood floor instead of his bed every night.