Someone's by the Closet

(unrelated pic of Brock in his fort)

As you can tell from earlier posts, Brock is a huge help on brew days. One of the ways he helps the most is by letting me store all my supplies in his closet. Sometimes, like this past saturday night, I forget to take them out before putting Brock to bed. This is a problem, as I like to get up and brewing before he wakes. Brock's a pretty good sleeper, so I just wait until he's asleep and go get my supplies.

This past saturday I crept in as quietly as possible. As I unlatched the closet door I heard a ruffling of noise from the crib. Did he wake up? I froze, back to the crib, thinking perhaps he had T-Rex vision and if I remained motionless I'd be invisible and Brock would fall right back to sleep. That's when I heard him.

"Someone's by the closet."

Oh no! I realized simultaneously that he was both awake, and somewhat concerned by the strange man in his room. 

"It's just daddy Brock. I need to get stuff from your closet."
"Okay."

I moved my kettle and mash tun and buckets into a big pile in the middle of the room so I could duck out quickly when I opened the door. When it was time to leave, I bent over his crib to say good night and apologize for the disturbance, but Brock was already fast asleep.  

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