We were abruptly awoken at 3 a.m. by the sound of the ice dispenser. I sent Steve to investigate. It was Harrison, not the burglar I instantly assumed was in my house and needing a drink.
Steve: What are you doing?!
Harrison: Go back to bed, Daddy. I'm thirsty and am getting some ice water. Just go back to bed. I'm okay.
Steve: Son, are you seriously telling me to go back to bed? I think that's my job to tell you.
I am in full support of this whole independence thing, but can't it be between the hours of 8-5?
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