Bedtime is for Suckers

The little guy was practically falling asleep on the changing table the other night, so we thought he was down for the count once he was in bed. Forty-five minutes after he fell asleep, though, we heard little footsteps running up and down the hall. I went upstairs and found this:

He went to bed in a diaper and footie pajamas. He's wearing big-boy underpants, fun shoes, school clothes, and daddy's hat. What a terrible child!