So we took all the e-pacifiers away.

I swear, it felt like frisking Thorin and company for weapons.

“Yes SS, hand over the PS3 controllers too. And your cell phone. And your iPod....”

I placed everything in a large tuperware container and placed it in the basement. This is better than placing it under lock and key because SS is still scared of walking down there in the dark.

DW had her cross-fit session this evening so she was pretty tired. She layed down with BD but fell asleep with her. I am lying in bed just checking out some stuff on ebay.

At around 10:30pm, the zombie-moaning starts.

“Mom?”

“Mooooom?”

“Mooooooooooooom?”

I ignore him. I’m disengaged. After 9pm, SS no longer exists.

SS called out for DW at least 30 times before DW finally awoke to investigate.

“What is it!?” DW barks.

“I can’t sleep...” SS whines.

“Seriously!?!?!” You wake me up to tell me that you can’t sleep!?”

“But I can’t sleep! Can I at least have my iPod back so I can listen to some music?”

I have to bite my pillow to suppress my laughter.

I don’t hear the rest of the conversation.

DW comes into the bedroom and she is pissed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask innocently.

“He says he can’t sleep!” DW snaps. “I mean honestly! What is wrong with him?”

“Did you try singing him a lullaby?”

DW gives me an angry glare “Don’t you start! This ISN’T FUNNY! I’m tired, and I’m fed up!”

The next morning, DW leaves with BS to take him to the bus stop. I am left to make sure BD is ready for daycare and that SS gets up.

As I am dressing BD, I start moaning.

“SS!”

“SS!”

“Braaaaains....”

“SS!”

“Imhotep...”

BD starts giggling uncontrollably.

“SS!”

BD joins in on the fun.

“SS! Wake up!” BD yells “The sky is awake! Wanna build a snowman!?”

I peer into SS’s room. He is up.

“Why are you guys acting weird?” he asks