Michael

Michael is quite a boy. Tonight, after going to bed pretty nicely, he and Sarah tiptoed downstairs. Sarah said that she needed to use the bathroom, and Michael whispered, "My bed is all wet." Quickly, I reached for the soaked jammies, only to find that they were dry. I asked how the bed had gotten wet. Michael answered, "I tooked some water out of my sippy cup and put it there."
Later, he appeared at the top of the stairs and silently stood there with something that looked like a white beanie. He whispered, "There a bowl on my head. Can I have-a a snack?" I tried to control my laughter, and got some Marshmallow Mateys for him to munch.
Finally, after a stern talking-to from Daddy, he had been staying upstairs for a while when we heard crying. Assuming he was still upset that he could have no more than 3 snacks in one night, we waited for him to settle down. Between cries, though, he was saying something. When I got closer, it seemed like he was saying, "There a yucky in my throat." When I got to to the stairs, I could hear him say, "There a penny in my throat." I quickly checked to see that he was breating all right, and then he forlornly said, "Oh. Now there a penny in my tummy." He said that it only hurt a little, but we will keep an eye on him and his piggy bank. That boy.