Remember how I told you that Elliot and I had "agreed" that he would sleep until six? Well. He is not, just now, upholding his side of the bargain. This is the second day in a row he has woken up at 5:15. This morning he went back to sleep for a little bit, without intervention from me, but now he is awake again and crying the cry of One-Who-Is-Clearly-Fine-But-Just-Pissed-Off: AAAAAA! AAAAH! huh. Huhhuhhuh. AAAA!
I'm going in there in a second to try and reason with him. I sigh the sigh of One-Who-Is-Awake-But-Not-Happy-About-It.