1 AM

We decided to hit the sack early last night.

You woke up at 1 am.

You whined that your pants were hurting.

Then, through a shut-eyed sleepy haze you asked for a Jamba Juice.

When I told you it was closed you started to cry.

Full on crocodile tears, for Jamba Juice.

You said all you wanted was a Jamba Juice to drink like this ...

(Insert you demonstrating through hand motions and closed eyes, you pretending to drink a Jamba Juice)

Despite it being 1 am I laughed, a lot.

I even heard your dad laugh next to me.

You then asked for ...

Some milk,

some water,

avocado toast,

a back scratch,

television,

to play ghost,

and a fruit smoothie that was kind of like a Jamba Juice, but not really.

I laughed at that too.

You're lucky you're cute.

So much for extra sleep.