It's a conspiracy...
I’ve decided it’s a conspiracy. After some interesting news from grammy, I have decided that T has enlisted his son to get back at me for all those times I used to fall asleep at 7 while watching CSI when we were dating.
Seems that T used to wake up every hour as a baby forcing grammy to listen in envy to all her mommy friends talk about how their babies were sleeping through the night. Yet another personality trait j has inherited from his father. Not only does he talk all the time and want to be held constantly (T can’t stand to be alone), now he’s following his daddy’s sleep habits.
At least he got his good looks from me.