I am a light sleeper. Always have been, always will be. Small noises wake me, and more often than not, I can't sleep until the noise has been identified. Oh how Gareth loves those noise-identifying searches in the middle of the night!!!!!!
But, there is one little noise that I have no trouble identifying: the pitter patter of little feet. I don't know what it is about our carpet, but when the house is quiet, I can even hear the cat walking on the carpet.
Nathan has developed a habit. If he's awake, he needs to tell us about it. Thankfully, he doesn't wake up every night. But, when he does it's usually the result of something being wrong. And when it is, he wants to tell us about it, usually with humorous results as he gives us the chance to see the world from that uniquely 3-year old, Nathaniel-type perspective.
It's not quite 3:00a.m. and I can hear Nathan sneaking across the living room and into our room. "What do you want, Nathan?", I ask. "Something's wrong"-this is Nathan's prefix for all sorts of things. "What's wrong, Nathan?" To which his reply is, "Someone's been messing with my pj's". To which my reply is, "Nathan, it's the middle of the night. No one's been messing with your pj's". To which his very indignant reply is, "Yes they have! They're all twisted, and they're up too high, and they've made my pull up go up my bottom". At which point, I nearly choke to death trying not to laugh too loudly, which would have offended Nathan and woken up Gareth. So, instead, I untwisted the shorts, pulled them down lower, and helped him retrieve the offending pull-up.
Evidently, not quite 4 is not yet old enough to see the humor in wedgies, but it did make me laugh!