Instead, at 4:00pm, just as Ben's eyes were drooping and I was getting ready to eat that second pumpkin chocolate chip cookie sitting on a plate next to my rocking chair, a small figure rounded the corner and surprised me.
"Hi..." I said, wondering what had just happened.
"Awake," he told me.
"Yes, you are awake," I said, still hoping it wasn't true.
"Out of crib," he told me, clutching his smurf.
"Yes. How did you get out of your crib?" I asked.
"All by myself."
And then he ate my cookie.
Zeke reports on the cookie.
Addendum: Tonight Mike and Zeke did the normal bedtime routine and Mike finally said goodnight and closed the door behind him. I had just put a sleeping Ben in the corner of the living room couch so I could get started on some dishes. Mike took a moment to visit the necessary. Suddenly, I heard Zeke's bedroom door open and the thud, thud, thud, of my toddler at a dead run. Since Ben was in an exposed position, I dropped everything and ran to protect him. Zeke zoomed right past his usual target and jumped into the (empty) rocking chair.
"Awake, " he told me, loudly.
We're in trouble.