what night is it?

so last night i had a girl's night.  so clint put the kiddos to bed.

a little background: pratt has a tv in his room.

yes.  go ahead.  pass judgment.  i don't care.

because 1. i had a tv in my bedroom from the time i could talk.  and look how awesome i turned out to be.

and 2.  because it is sometimes the only reason he will stay in that bed.  and i'll do whatever i have to to keep from sleeping on my left side with a 4 year old's foot down my underwear.  yes.  right inside my undies.  foot pressed firmly against my crack.  i don't know.  he does it to me and clint.  in his sleep.  weird.

so.  most nights i let him have the tv on for light.  but no sound.  because if there is sound, he won't sleep.  so last night when clint is putting him in bed he says to clint...

daddy.  what night is it?

clint: it's monday night, why?

well, on monday nights mom lets me have sound.  so turn up the sound, please.  

this is total bs.  TOTAL.

but guess who had sound?

yep.  this kid.  this kid had sound.