My heart sinks into the depths of my belly. He's up.
I roll over and face my sleep nemesis, Big E.
YES, BIG E?
I take a look at the clock. 2:45. Didn't I just fall asleep like 20 minutes ago? It was more like 10:30, but it felt like 20 minutes ago.
I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU!
This simple phrase is the blue screen of death for the remainder of my restful night.
SH*T SH*T SH*T!
I didn't say this to my child, but I knew what was about to go down and I was not ready for it. Not this night.
I had spent the day fasting and then gorging and I just felt all out of sorts.
WHERE DO ROCKET SHIPS LIVE?
What the hell? That is your important, 2:45 AM question?
I won't let this goober stump me, even in my zombie like state.
Mr. Yoy and give each other imaginary high fives. He is up, too. He stifles a laugh. I smile at him, but also want to punch him in the face a little.
Clearly it is the Yoy genes that keep Big E up all night. If yo…