Let there be sleep! And there was.
Dear Little George,
Your brother passed out last night in the car at 5 pm without having had dinner and, no matter what Daddy tried, couldn't be roused -- until 5 am this morning when he came to our door with a request for water. I've never spent so little time with Simon in a single day. It was actually disturbing.
Moral: Sleep! It's necessary.
Love,
Mama