somewhere in southern wisconsin

Last night Eric was working at the high school volleyball game and he usually gets home from those events around 8:30, too late for Evan to say goodnight. Well, Eric called me at 8 and said he was on his way home, so I told Evan he could wait up for him, to which he replied, "Mama, make sure Daddy comes to say goodnight. And don't break that promise. But first I have to poop."