happy father's day

Anyway, after spending the early part of last night with insomnia, my son woke me at 3am, calling me urgently. I shuffle into his room, eyes not quite open. Standing by the rail of his crib, almost pleadingly, he tells me 'daddy, horsey did it.' except it's like 'Daddy, hooorsey did it,' his grogginess coming through in the emphasis. I tell him that's ok, and that he needs to lie down and close his eyes and try to go back to sleep. Which, somehow, he then proceeds to do.

Horsey, you rogue,
Trampling through our dreams,
Running down our rest,
I'll make glue of you, yet.