About 30 minutes after bed time, like every night, little kid trekked into my room.
"little kid, what are you doing?!?" I asked.
"The 'zact same thing I do every night," he said with a laugh. He ran over to my side of the bed.
"And what exactly is that?" I asked.
"You know how I do. Just give me a kiss, princess."
I gave him a kiss and sternly said, "GO TO BED, LITTLE KID. No more kisses after bed time if this continues."
So imagine my surprise when I heard a joyful giggle from the kitchen area a couple of hours later. I sent Mr. Ashley out to investigate and apparently little kid was standing in the middle of our kitchen, peeing on the rug and laughing.
Mr. Ashley said his name which startled him and it was then that he realized he wasn't in the bathroom. He must have (might have?) been sleep-walking.
Unfortunately, we laughed so hard about it that I'm afraid he may add peeing on the kitchen floor to his after bed time routine.
And that doesn't work for me.