Last night my son Gabe was having some trouble getting to sleep. And as it turns out staying asleep. Even when I went to bed at 11pm he was still tossing about.
Then around 4:30am I heard some rustling, I actually thought one of my boys was having a nightmare. No, as it turns out Gabe and his 3 year old brother Nate were having breakfast on the floor of Gabe’s room. And it was of course spilled all over.
As you can imagine I was not pleased. I warned them both that their new foster parents would not look kindly on such behavior.
