We had friends over on Sunday afternoon. Our friends and my son’s friends. My son and his friends (4 and almost 5 year olds) played in his room. Very civilised chaos which was carefully tidied up by them (aka amalgamated all toys in all available empty boxes and drawers). Amazing. What great kids we have. They make a mess and then they tidy everything up. So proud.
Fast forward to Sunday night when I woke up to my son crying in his room at the sound of an unknown alarm coming from an unknown location. I mean who wouldn’t want to scramble drawers and boxes full of toys, at 1 AM to find the fucking alarm.
It was Darth Vader. They played with Darth Vader and probably either switched the alarm on, or changed the time.
Who knows. It was not 6 AM. It was 1 AM.
That Parent. Live 