I swear this child is part dog. Every bedtime he flips back to front to back, spins in circles, mushes his blankets until they're just right, and then collapses mid-complaint ("I. am. not. tired!") only to have his feet twitch until his breathing evens out (and presumably the rabbit chasing begins).

This evening's bedtime pronouncements included:

1. Mama, when you were a little girl, people called you Dibbie.
2. I was at Mama's first day of school because I was aliving.
3. I was there and also two Stomping Jackmans!
4. Danger Baby was there and his name was Two Ten (Danger Baby is D's baby doll)