My life got a little shorter today.

As previously mentioned, Sean has graduated into a big boy bed. Not without some resistance, mind you. It takes about 20 minutes of back and forthing to get him to stay there, and he may or may not periodically get up during the night. One night, he woke at 1 am and began opening doors to bedrooms. "Hello?! I'm awake, it's time to play!"

Last night, he stayed in bed all night. "ahh..." I thought as I awoke and he wasn't standing in my doorway.

Then I went into his room to get him... and he wasn't there. He wasn't in the livingroom, or kitchen. He didn't respond when I called his name. Checked the other kids beds, no sign of him. As my mind reels with visions of him dead on the porch from hypothermia, I hear GWH say "what are you doing?".

The little asshole was on the basement stairs with a fortune cookie and a pair of scissors trying to get it open.

I wonder if I am going to survive his childhood.