My (Usually Diurnal) Comedian

Around 5:00 a.m. today, I was working on the computer and the kiddo sleepily stumbled in to see what I was doing. I picked up my 49-pound baby (years of conditioning enables me to do this, much to the amazement of some folks who don't wrestle with a kid on a daily basis), carried him back to bed, covered him with blankets and gave him a kiss. As I smelled his hair for a moment, he opened his eyes and asked, "Mommy, did you get any sleep, or are you just nocturnal?" I laughed, and he said, "I like to make you laugh," then closed his eyes again. Just when all was silent and I thought he'd fallen asleep again, he sighed. "Nocturnal," he whispered, eyes closed, smiling. Funny boy.