Minutes after I left the room at bedtime, James tossed his pacis into Matthew's crib, climbed out of his own, opened the door, and came walking out into the living room, pleased as punch. He climbed up on Grandma's lap and cheerfully told her what he'd done, and asked to play with some playdough. We decided to let him stay up for a little while (he'd had a nap and Mattie hadn't), and so he eventually found the playdough, made a ball out of it, and had a marvelous time ordering Daddy to throw the ball to him. ("On the floor, Daddy!" "Throw to me!" "I kick it!")
The second bedtime seems to have worked. :)
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