Don’t ask me questions at night!

Remember this: [p2p type=”id” value=”3343″ text=”Don’t ask him questions in the morning..”]?

Last night, when Sander came to bed, he asked me to switch on the light. He always does, it’s part of the ritual: Sander walks in, I barely wake up and slam a fist down onto one of the supercool IKEA nightlights I have on my nightstand ^.^ to which it responds by lighting up.