terror
paul woke me in the middle of the night with his crying. he indicated he wanted milk, so i got up to get him some. i don't know why i turned around, but i turned just in time to see him walking on the bed towards me, crying hysterically. i practically jumped from the doorway to the bed and caught him. that'll teach me to leave him alone (well, alone with a sleeping dad) when he's so upset.
jesus. another five years off my life.