"Dash" the 3 year old was up at 5 this morning. He was crying...And I must never get deep sleep, because I heard him. I go in his room, and crawl into his little fire engine bed.
Me: What is wrong baby?
Dash: Why won't you let me drive?
Me: You are too little to drive honey.
Dash: I am not. I am big.
Me: Were you dreaming about wanting to drive?
Me: It is still night, the moon is out...Go to sleep.
Dash: I love you Mom, why can't I drive?
Me: There is a rule that says you have to be 16.
Dash: I am not tired.
Me: Mommy is tired, everyone is still sleeping.
Dash: You have pretty hair.
Me: Sshhhhh, lets try and sleep.
Dash: OK Mommy.
He never did go back to sleep, and neither did I.