He got me.

NOTE: This is a guest post from MH (Mr. Honey, a.k.a. My Husband). I'm SW (Sweet Wife).

Judah and I were up late because we ate at the salty-bread-place (Macaroni Grill) and rode on the carousel and pet the stingrays.

As I put him to bed, both SW and I asked him to be very quiet because Miriam was already sleeping.

After I tucked him in, he grabbed his birthday bear from Auntie Bec.

The birthday bear is a handsome beast with a 700-watt THX Bose Surround Sound with Subwoofer in his arm that plays a knockoff song to “Happy Birthday” (you know, just different enough from the standard to avoid paying royalties).

Judah then looked at me slyly and said, “I want to push the bear’s arm.”

Of course, that would have awakened Miriam (and the neighbors across the street).

Before I could tell him to stop. He began squeezing the bear’s arm.

I must have had a panicked look on my face because he smiled at me and said, “That is the arm that doesn’t play.”

That boy. He got me. He really got me.