Dallin was asleep. I didn't want to wake him up, but I also didn't want to (a) not be able to sleep because of the occasional wing flutters, and/or (b) give the bug enough time to free himself (or herself) from the bag and relocate herself (or himself) to my face. The following conversation ensued.
K: Dallin? ... Dallin? .... Dallin?
K: Oh good, you're up.
K: Will you do me a favor?
K: Will you take that bag into the extra room?
K: There's a bug in there. I can hear it. It's trying to get out. I can't sleep!
D: (Flips over to go back to sleep)
B (for Bug): Flutter flutter buzz buzz flutter flutter
K: Did you hear that?
D: (gets up and walks over to the bag) Can it fly?
K: Yeah, I'm pretty sure. That's why I'm worried about it.
D: (pokes and shakes the bag, then picks it up and moves it, then comes back to bed)
K: Thank you.
D: No problem.
Contrast that awesomeness to what I just experienced, not 15 minutes ago.
Yesterday, I brought home two Sprinkles cupcakes from my shopping trip in Scottsdale. We
D: Mm...that's good!
K: Oh - do you want your half now?
D: No, I want your half now. I'll take my half later.
I guess I should focus on his "get out of bed at midnight to move a trapped bug" quality rather than his cupcake snatching tendencies.
But I think I'll take a bite of "his half" of the cupcake anyway.