Last night Brady woke up around 11:15 so I went in his room to settle him down. We had just climbed into bed less than an hour earlier and it’s par for the course around here to rise at least 3 times during the night…no big deal. On my way back to bed, I heard the dishwasher running downstairs. This struck me as odd since I didn’t start it..or at least I didn’t think that I had. I poked Brian and asked him if he started it. Shaking himself from a sleepy fog, he said, “hu? uh…no”. So one of several things must have happened:

1. Little fingers may have pressed just the right set of buttons to cause a delayed-start on the dish washer

2. Brian or I absentmindedly started it up before heading off to bed.

3. There is a ghost in our house who is fond of cleaning.

I for one am really hoping it’s number 3 and plan to leave out the Windex and multi-purpose cleaners tonight…