Kevin has taken to coming out of his room a bunch of times when we put him to bed. Last night it was my turn to be the guard posted at his door telling him, "Get back in bed" every time he came out. The third time he opened the door he told me, "Buy milk."
That was the last time he came out. I assume he felt confident that he could stop worrying that we used up the last of the milk at dinner once he reminded me that we needed to buy more.
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