Friday night was awful to put the kids to bed. Henry was awake for four hours after he was initially tucked in. I think we still haven't adjusted to the time zone change/ red eye travel. Three hours into this, he called out that he was wet and needed a diaper change. I ended up needing to change his pajamas. I was so frustrated at the whole bedtime fiasco. I was trying to get his Sherrif Woody pajama feet onto his actual feet, but the toes were caught on the elastic, then his foot was caught, flexed in the fabric. I was just getting more frustrated when he said out of nowhere, "There's a snake in my boot." He is already a very witty boy, and being extremely cute is a pretty effective survival technique.
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