I was reading something earlier today that reminded me of my son when he was a toddler. He hated sleep. He really did. He’d wake up every day at 5:30am. By 2, we’d let him go the family room with his sippy cup of milk and bowl of dry Cheerios while we all slept. It’d be a week later that I realized he never drank the sippy and hid it instead. Yep, you know the smell.