Then it was home to go to bed. He slept the whole way back in the car, but when I laid him down he complained that he needed to brush his teeth, but we didn't have a toothbrush for him. So, we did the next logical thing - let him stay up. We watched cartoons while he drank milk - then upon tasting it (it was soy milk) he asked for water instead. He told me, "Well, it's not very good milk." Then he asked for toast with butter and sugar, which Papa fixed him. Tim and Chie came in just as he was licking the last of the sugar from his fingers. Hopefully that didn't keep him from sleeping when he got home.
He's the cutest. I like that kid.