August 6, 2008
The youngest is almost 3, and he’s a sleep sweater. It doesn’t matter what time of year, what time of day, or the temperature where he sleeps, he sweats. A Lot. Here is the scene I found in my bed when I went to retire for the evening last night:
Of course that’s my pillow that is soaked. The crazy thing is, our bed is located less than 3′ from a window unit a/c.
If he were a rapper, I’d call him Sir Sweats A Lot.