Torby had a freak-out last night when we got back from FightClub over not being present when his milk was poured.
"Daddy, pour it, out - I want to pour it" repeated loudly and often and hysterically.
Nooo, not at all over-tired
This meant he didn't get to choose a straw for the offending glass of milk. This lead to further hysteria. After much tears and recriminations, he eventually fell asleep.
Fast forward to 3am and what does he wake up sobbing...
....you guessed it....
"I want to pick my straw"
Finally got him calmed down and asleep but now I'm wide awake.
I'm consoling myself with the Buffy musical episode. It's a pretty good consolation.