I didn’t blog last night because, yesterday, I had an 8 a.m. meeting in Casper. That meant getting up at 4 a.m. to be on the road by 5 a.m. Oliver was more than happy to eat breakfast at 4 a.m.
Then he wanted to eat at 4:30 a.m.
The Boy reports that Oliver wanted to eat again at 6 a.m.
And he wanted to eat when I got home at 6:30 p.m. I ignored his requests until I went to bed. Early.
This morning? Oliver wanted to eat breakfast at 4 a.m. And he told me about it until the breakfast bell went of at 6 a.m.