Isaac woke up this morning at 4:37. I have to post what he said because, even at that hour, I got the giggles.
Isaac: Dad?...Daddy? Can you get out of your covers, put your feet on the floor, walk to my room and carry me to your bed?
Jeremiah: Isaac, go back to sleep, bud.
Isaac: But can you carry me?
I get out of bed and go in his room thinking that perhaps he has wet the bed, since he is now sleeping all night in his big boy underwear.
Me: Isaac, are you wet?
Isaac: No. Can you just carry me to your bed...yeah I'm wet.
I flip on his lamp and pull back his covers. He looks dry so I start to reach so that I can feel. Isaac started to put his hand where I was about to touch, but not before I feel that he is, in fact, dry.
Me: Isaac, you're not wet, go back to sleep.
Isaac (rubbing his eyes): I'm wetter than you are.
Me (stifling a chuckle as I turn off the lamp): Just go back to sleep.
Isaac: But I was talking to my dad.
It was funny, but if I had known I wouldn't have gotten back to sleep after that, I might have sent Jeremiah instead.