Hit The Sofa, Dad

4:02 am. Timothy wakes us up to let us know he can't sleep. Classic.

I make my way to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. At that hour, I wasn't quite sure whether to label it a late-night snack or an early-morning breakfast.

Either way, I eventually found my way back to my bedroom only to find a little boy (along with his little four-legged sidekick) sleeping soundly in my spot.

Lying on the couch, I became convinced it was all part of his master plan.