Last night -- in the middle of the night -- Nate came to our room sounding desperate. He said, "Diego won't stop talking to me and it's making me crazy."
I remember waking up so confused. I looked down at Nate and he had his hands on his ears and was so sad.
Apparently, he was sleeping with a talking Diego (of Go! Diego, Go!) in his bed and it started talking in the middle of the night. Non stop. Nate couldn't take it.
I remember, also, that I felt bad for Nate and his situation. I let him hop into bed with us and then went back to sleep. In my sleepy state I decided I had to write about the chatty Diego doll in my blog. I was sad that I wouldn't have a picture to show how sad my boy was ... holding his ears and looking upset (yes, this is the kind of stuff I think about in my sleep).
I decided right then and there -- at 3AM -- that I would make Nate pose for a sad picture in the morning. And this, my friends, is how we managed to find ourselves here ... looking at a posed picture of Nate looking super sad about the talking Diego doll.