Bryan has gotten the same spurt of energy he always gets the minute we go to bed. I could wake the man up from a dead sleep on the couch, and the minute we get in our PJs, he’s a freakin’ five year old. He’s running wildly around the bedroom, dancing (as always), and he falls on the bed.
“Honey, I need you to take a minute and calm down, okay? And.. can you explain to me why your underwear is on inside out?”
“Yes, it is. I see the tag.”
“Well, that explains why all day I’ve wondered why the flap was on the wrong side when I tried to pee.”