Ann's Life In The Slow Lane

Two nights ago, at 4 am, I had a strange feeling I was being watched. As I opened my eyes I immediately noticed why I had this strange sensation. Jack was perched on my bed starring at me. My opened eyes gave him the invitation he was waiting for and quickly whispered that he was hungry. I kind of miss being woke up in the middle of the night but still told him to go back to bed and we would eat in the morning. Still, he insisted he was hungry so I put some chocolate milk in a sippy cup and quickly put three nuggets in the microwave and sent him back to bed with his goodies. In the morning I noticed all chicken nuggets still on the plate except for a small corner he had bit off. I thought to myself he must not have been very hungry. When I examined him closer in the morning I found the corner of the chicken nugget still in his mouth which had somewhat of a foam like appearance to it. I had him spit it out ASAP. I just wanted to remember how cute I thought it was to find him perched over me until I opened my eyes. I may not have to many more of these occasions.