As Declan was readying his toothbrush this morning I asked him if he slept good last night.
"No," he grumbled flatly.
"You didn't, how come?" I asked.
"Because you kept waking me up," he said in a matter-of-factly tone. I had to giggle a little because as he said it he bobbed his head to his left and pointed his toothbrush at me, unknowingly flapping his erect morning-hair in perfect sync.
"I didn't wake you up, what are you talking about?" I responded after a moment.
He turned to face me, obviously irritated. "Yes you did! You said Declan get up, its time to go to school," his tone shifting to a higher pitched mock as he mimicked my words and rocked side to side with a goofy expression on his face.
"That was this morning, not last night. That shouldn't have anything to do with how you slept," I responded, but his irritation only grew.
"Yes it did. I didn't sleep good because you woke me up," he paused and slowly finished with, "and I am so tired now." He then turned his back to me and began brushing his teeth, having no further desire to continue the conversation.
I was beginning to think he was somehow negatively effecting how I slept the night before, so I followed suit, and quietly began brushing my teeth.