Not For The Faint Of Heart..

Our house is definitely not for the faint of heart.

Grady was a night owl and so his bedroom light is often on after the rest of us have gone to bed. His room is across the hall and with his door open, the ambient light disturbs the sleeping princess, and by "princess" I'm referring to my husband, not my daughter.

This particular night was no exception. Rob got up at 3 AM for his (as Grady puts it) "old man pee" and discovered Grady's bedside light was still on. Now most people would tiptoe in and quietly turn off their son's light, but Rob is not most people and as such he stood in the doorway, buck ass naked and yelled at Grady to turn off the light. No response.  He yelled louder and Grady fumbled for the light.  

Rob continues to the bathroom, while I, now wide awake (as I'm sure were the immediate neighbours) lie there tantalizingly plotting a somewhat complicated and yet fool proof murder.  Rob leaves the bathroom only to discover that  Grady has turned his light back on. By now Rob is incensed, as evidenced by the squawk "Grady turn off your light" at a full octave higher than before. Grady, confused, starts to stumble out if bed only to have Rob shriek "Grady, just pull the fucking cord". Grady must have complied because his father stomped back to bed, muttering darkly under his breath.

The next morning when I confront Grady about the previous night's ruckus, he has absolutely no recollection of what transpired. That's right, he was turning his light on and off - and inadvertently messing with his father - all in his sleep. I think Grady summed it up best when he responded, " I guess a sleeping Grady is an even bigger dickhead than an awake Grady". You can't argue with that logic