Following again in Isabel’s footsteps, the first thing I did upon seeing this was run for the camera.

To be fair, I did extricate his foot. And he might have deserved to have it stuck there, since this is in the morning after the second night in a row where he woke up screaming like a banshee at 12:30 am. Last night he fell back asleep around 2, I think, but the night before he stayed up until 3:30 am.

Which also leads to fantasies of taking really mean blackmail pictures of him. This is pretty tame given my present mindset.