I dislike getting up before five. On the bright side, I will probably get to sleep on the couch for a while in about an hour.
When Nat is upset at us right now, he complains that he did something naughty because 'it was his only chance', which doesn't garner much sympathy, and that if he's punished, 'we've taken away his ideas', and he 'lost his imagination'.
Have I mentioned that he's afraid of feathers?
This is why he think little weirdo is something loving parents say to their kids.