For the last fifteen minutes, Bede has been placing a 2 inch length of string and a piece of vinyl flooring about the size of his finger atop an upside-down saucepan lid and then spinning it with his hand like a roulette wheel. He spins it, then stops it, picks up the pieces of debris, examines them, repeats.

At least if he’s up at midnight he’s doing something valuable, right? This is what I get for letting him sleep thru dinner.

Heh.