Quinn finally figured out that he is able to get out of his bed at night and (gasp!) open his room door to rejoin the rest of the family.
Tonight, for the first time, after bedtime, his door cracked open and he walked into our TV room.
“I forgot something,” he said.
“What did you forget?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
I pointed to the nearest toy. “Is it that space shuttle?”
“Yes.” And then he went back to bed.
Okay. Since I wrote that last sentence, he’s been out
five make that six times asking for a purple light saber, for me to exit his room out of its other door, for Daddy (who had to go to work tonight), for a hug, for an apple, and because “I’m crying.”
It looks like we may have to dig out some of those doorknob locks.