On Tuesday evening, I hung out with Jack while his parents went out to dinner.  We started out eating dinner: hamburger for me and cheeseburger for him.  I also got fries and mcnuggets to share.  It’s funny hanging out with a 4-year-old.  You can actually have a conversation and he’s somewhat reliable.  He’s been sleeping upstairs ever since Reese took over his crib but he’s supposed to be sleeping in the big boy bed downstairs soon.  I didn’t know how that was going so I asked him “Are you sleeping in the big boy bed tonight?”  He replied, “No, it’s not Friday.”  I was a little confused so I texted Ryan and he was right.  I guess he only sleeps in the bed on Fridays for now.  Haha.  Cute.

When it was actually time for bed, I told him to brush his teeth.  On our way upstairs, he said, “I need my P.”  That’s the nickname for his pony blanket.  It’s the pony blanket he’s slept with since he was a baby.  So after he brushed his teeth, we went on an epic hunt for P.  After a good 15-minute search upstairs and downstairs, I texted Ryan again (sorry dude) and he said that P2 was stored in Reese’s room.  Aaah…yes!  Thank goodness for the backup pony.  When I handed it to Jack, there was a quick sniff inspection and then it was off to bed.  Mission Accomplished.