Who told Kingston he could eat saltine crackers on the dark brown couch?
Oh, wait. That was me. Doing whatever it took to make him stop crawling around under my feet half-crying. I needed to fold the laundry and I needed him to sit next to me quietly. So mission accomplished. The only problem was that after that was done, I needed to vacuum the couch.
Perhaps he was doing all of that half-crying because he was sleepy. And what gave me that idea?
Man, my parenting skills were on point today.