We'd Better Be Prepared....
Dillon got put to bed tonight and then started knocking on his door (a new nightly ritual). I went in to see what was going on. He said, in his most puppy dog eyes/voice, "something is wrong with me", which is also a new occurrence but 99.99% of the time there is nothing actually wrong. So I told him there wasn't anything wrong and that he needed to get back into bed. So, purely to point out I was wrong, he knelt down and banged his head on the floor and said his head hurts.
It took all I had not to laugh! Got to give him points for thinking on his feet! I can just hear the lines he'll be feeding us in 15 years!


