Not really sure where to begin.....

After dinner and bath, the Captain needed a breathing treatment. (That pesky cough just will not go away!).  He said "Momma, I do it!"  What a big boy.

 Around 7:30ish is Cason's bedtime, so after we finished our treatment and had some milk, we put him down for the night. 

Or so we thought.

At 9:15 Daddy went to check on him one last time and cover him up before we went to bed.  This is what he found. 

Our little one.

Wide awake.

Munching on a styraphome ball like a teething puppy.

He had taken the ball to bed with him, and we figured "what's the harm?  He just wants to snuggle with it right?"  When Daddy went to check on him he was laying in his bed, biting the ball like you would an apple and spiting out the pieces onto the floor!!  We were so busy laughing, the only thing would could do during this "teachable moment" was to say (in between giggles) "Cason, no sir.  You don't bite the ball!" (And take pictures of course!)