Anand hollered something at 5 a.m., so I climbed out of bed and groggily came upstairs to check on him. He yelled something at me, and I said 'what?' With him at age three, mostly we can understand him, but occasionally things get lost in translation. He repeated it, very insistently, two more times before I finally got it. "I don't want you to vacuum downstairs!!" Okay, okay, baby. Got it. No vacuuming downstairs, I promise. Now GO BACK TO SLEEP.