Isn't that the rule? Never Wake a Sleeping Baby? That's what I thought, but Mommy Chick and Daddy Dude clearly did not get the memo. They've been all in a tizzy because I changed my bedtime. I'm getting older, so I like to watch prime time TV, then I need to catch the first block of the local news. That put me hitting the Baby Hay around 11:15 for a few nights.
So I heard them laying in their bed, frantically plotting the end of my late bedtime.
Here is Phase One of their plan. By the way, MC doesn't always sound like a man. She's been sick, so it gives a nice, husky/nasal tone to her voice. Sexy.
Even my Big Brown Dog is a part of the conspiracy. But I have a plan of my own. Last night I slept from 9:30 until 8:15. I'll do that for a few more nights, you know, lull them into a false sense of victory. Then I'll sneak attack by demanding to watch late night infomercials.
I'm starting to get a little hair, so I need to learn all about the Bump It.