Last night (~11:30pm), Drew got really restless and threw his half of the comforter on me. He sat up and was feeling all around.
Syche: What are you doing?
Drew: Looking for something.
Syche: What are you looking for?
Drew: A piece of chocolate I dropped.
Drew: But now that I say it out loud, I don’t think that really happened.
So he’s getting self-aware. Which is a little bittersweet. I hope this doesn’t mean the end of the days of having to convince him that I don’t own a hot air balloon, or that Words with Friends isn’t out to get him.