It's past my vacation hosts' bedtime so I've been perusing the internet quietly for about an hour. (full disclosure)
After a while faint whimpers break the silence, coming from their 2 1/2 year-old's room. It quickly escalates to full-on crying and so I figure "Hey, I'm his cool uncle. Why not be the cool brother who takes care of things and lets everyone else continue sleeping?"
Really I should have listened to the brief reasoning of my common sense suggesting "Yeah, you're only the cool uncle in the daytime. By nighttime you're simply NOT MOM OR DAD WHO ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU HERE OMG MY NIGHTMARE HAS BECOME REALITY NOW THE CLOWNS CAN EAT ME manifested into one terrifying silhouette" because that's what it felt like the moment I selected curtain #1.
If you read this, Scott, I'm sorry for likely tripling your workload in calming him down. Lesson learned.
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Please don't come over to my house in the middle of the night.
:-)
- t
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