Ethan stumbled into my room about an hour after he went to bed last night. "Mom, I want you to be on my robot team."
"What?" I asked.
He started to get a little upset and he said, "Mom, I want you to take your robots and be on my team!"
"Ethan, are you sleep walking?"
With this last question he became emotional and said, "No! I just need your robots!" John picked up the sleepy little guy and carried him to his bed. I asked him this morning about his robot team and he doesn't remember any of it. So funny!
And now I am hiding in my bedroom away from the noise of Superbowl. Between Superbowl and Real Steel, the testosterone is thick in my house!