He really does know.

Yesterday, Reid went down for a late nap, and because we were busy, and quite frankly just enjoying the break from obnoxion (yes, I made that up), we didn't wake him up in a timely manner. If we wanted to have a chance of him going to bed at a decent hour, he should have been up by 3:00 or so. But yesterday, he didn't wake up till 6:00 or 6:30. Yikes! So of course, he was nowhere near ready to go to sleep 2 hours later at his normal bedtime of 8. So, he got to stay up an hour later till 9. Well, after getting in bed at 9, he continued to come in and out of his room, like normal. First he needs to go to the restroom. Then he needs a drink. Then he needs to know how to spell phone, or some other equally random word. It's never ending. Anyway, last night, he came out and climbed up on the couch with Jeremy and cuddled up. For some reason, neither Jer nor I told him to go back to bed, I guess because he was actually sitting very still and quietly. And so, we all sat like that for about an hour, watching the Oscars, when finally, his curiosity got the better of him and he just HAD to ask... "Um, why are you and daddy not telling me to get back in bed??"!! Aha, so he DOES know what he's supposed to be doing!