At 4:30 am, we hear Tiny Viking calling "DAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYY."
Like any normal, sleep-deprived parents, we try to ignore it (what? it wasn't a panicky cry, I promise).
It continues a couple more times, and we decide we can't ignore it any more. Lawnboy gets up to see what he wants, and he says "I go bed, Mommy."
Lawnboy brings him into our bed where he proceeds to wiggle and squirm like a tiny marmocet who has just taken a hit or two of meth. I can't take it any more, this lack of sleep, and I say to Tiny Viking, "Were you sent here by evil insomniac Gypsies???"
He pauses a beat, and then responds "....uh, YEAH!"
I hope those Gypsies are happy with our actual child. I'm sure they're getting a lot of sleep. I won't pursue it legally, mostly because Tiny Viking is so damn cute.