This morning, at 4:22am, Tyler calls out from his room, “Daddy!” No response, so he comes stumbling into our room and stands by David’s side. “Drink Wata” David sends him over to my side (that’s where the night stand is) and he takes 6 or 7 gulps, then attempts to climb into our bed. David catches him and says “Come on Tyler, let’s go to your bed”. So Tyler follows him out and says to me “Good night Mop.”