Every day for about a week now, Baxter has emerged from his room in the morning saying, “Mom, I got up too early.” He proceeds to make a little bed for himself on the couch so he can rest for a few minutes before the perpetual motion machine that is his body currently gets revved up enough to blast him back into whirling dervish mode Here’s what it looked like today. 
This is a thing now
The Thing With The Stuff 