He still doesn't want to go to sleep, wants another round of milk and wants a back scratch. He doesn't want me to lie on the bed because he wants to lie down on my lap. He wakes his littlle brother because of his wailing for milk like there's no way he's going to sleep without another round of it. He wants my blanket and calls it a "tapis", requests for his small toy car so he can hold it to sleep. He's almost by a tiny bit off to dreamland... but he heard Dadilo's car had arrived. Now he wants to go out and his sleepiness is nowhere to be found.
He's up, laughing heartily while playing Zuma with his Momila...
