Thirsty

I think the switch to Daylight Savings Time has thrown the kids off a bit. The boys have been in bed for more than an hour now, and they are still not asleep. A few minutes ago our eldest son called me into his room.

"Mommy," he said, "I just need you to do something for me."

"What's that?"

"Well, you know, my tummy is really dry," he explained.

I didn't understand his point. "You mean the skin on your tummy is dry. Do you need some lotion?"

He gave an exasperated sigh. "No Mommy! The inside of my tummy is dry."

Of course, our son was angling for a drink of water. It was a classic bedtime stall tactic, to be sure, but I did bring him a tiny drink. I had to give the guy credit for creative communication!