My Foot

Last night, Cale called out for juice around 3 am, and Daddy brought it to him while I talked to him. I stayed next to him for a while afterwards. He went through several fussy spells, and generally didn't answer me when I asked him what was bothering him. He did answer me at 4:30 am, though; he said I don't know where mine foot is rather distinctly. Sure enough, one foot was tangled up in blankets, so I straightened that out (not convinced that's what he was talking about). That's when I decided I should get some sleep too, and went back to my bed. Sure enough, this morning Cale's feet were still at the end of his legs!