We let Alex eat a sucker at 9:30 pm last night. That particular decision led to a very fussy and very AWAKE child at midnight who would not, under no circumstances, lay down in his own bed. Consequently we had a squirmy child in bed with us most of the night and I did not get any sleep.
It all started because we let Alex eat suckers on Halloween. He very quickly came to realize that suckers are manna from heaven. Not only are they sweet and yummy, but also provide an unmeasurable amount of fun when you rub a sucker soaked in spit in your hands producing a sweet and sticky slime perfect for smearing on everything.
So last night, when I came downstairs after changing Alex's diaper, Alex was overjoyed to find that his daddy had opened up a sucker to eat. He immediately began grabbing at John's sucker, determined to have it for himself. John, disgusted at the fact that Alex's hand was now touching his opened sucker, the very hand that had only a few minutes before been grabbing at his balls while having his diaper changed, let Alex take the sucker away. There was no way John was going to eat the sucker now that it had "ball germs" on it.
Now, at this point, as a responsible parent, I should have confiscated the sucker. Had I done that, we all would have had a nice restful sleep. But I didn't. The smile on Alex's face while he was running away with his stolen sucker was so precious, so sweet, so amazingly cute, I let him have it. So, apparently, I am the sucker.
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