Trucks

Riley loves trucks. In fact, I think he's obsessed with his cars and trucks. He plays with them all day long, creating hills for them to travel over, parking them in perfect lines, etc. And at night time he usually has at least six of them lined up in his bed. In hindsight, I never should have agreed to letting him have just that one truck that one night. It's now officially getting out of hand. Some nights I actually get woken up by the sound of him flopping around and kicking his trucks in his sleep.

So last night around 8:30/9:00 he was again out of his room, so I went upstairs to put him back in bed. As I was about to lift him into bed, I noticed that there was a huge wet spot in the middle of his bed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and traveled down the bed, I realized that there was water all over his pillow, his sheets, his comforter--you name it. In the midst of it all were six wet cars and trucks, some soggy wadded up pieces of toilet paper, and an empty cup. I said, "Riley, what happened?!"

He matter-of-factly and innocently replied, "I washed my trucks!"