Time changes were not made with parents in mind. For example, it meant that Skyler bounded into our bedroom at 5:50 this morning. Alan snuggled him into bed beside him in hopes of another hour of sleep (I'd already returned the little guy to his bed about 1 am after he crawled in with us around midnight). No luck--he began snuffling loudly and waving his arms vigorously. So I lugged myself out of bed (noble woman that I am) and brought him out into the kitchen for breakfast.
"Mommy," he chirped a little while later, "why are you so tired?"
"Because I want to go to sleep."
"Den go to syeep."
"I can't. I have a little boy who is awake."
"But you can go to syeep. I will follow you to your woom."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't worry, Mommy." He snuggled next to me. "You can go to syeep, and I will be wiz you."