Early this morning (around 6), I tried to roll over in bed and found that there was no room. Well, there's never any room in the mornings because Zach always ends up in my bed. But this morning there was even less. I looked around, but couldn't figure out what that lump was. It was Jared! Ryan woke up and took him back to bed. Then this morning, he wrote me this email:

I found out why he ended up in our bed. He was thirsty and wanted some milk.

When I took him back to his bed, he remembered as he was climbing in
that he wanted some milk. Me being tired and wanting to go back to
bed I told him just to go to sleep and that I would fill a cup full of
milk for him and put it in the refridgerator so he could have it when
he woke up. He consented, but was very adamant about having his milk
be in a yellow cup that he already had. I thought ok whatever and put
him to bed.

When I went to have breakfast I noticed the OJ and milk out on the
counter. There was also a yellow cup next to them and the stool was
pushed up to the counter. He had gotten out the milk, OJ, and a cup
and came to our room to get us to pour it.

Now i feel bad for brushing him off and telling him he could get his milk later.

How cute is that?