Wesley checked the time; it was past midnight.

"It's late. You can't eat snacks in the middle of the night."

The little boy's eyes widened as he retorted in disbelief, “You are lying! If we can't eat snacks in the middle of the night, then why is there a light inside the refrigerator?"

Wesley thought for a while before answering, “The light in the refrigerator is only there to brighten the inside of the fridge when it is kept in dark rooms. It's not used to eat at night."

“But, I want to eat something!"

“Son, what you are doing now violates the heavenly rules. You will be pressed under the Five-Finger Mountain by the Buddha."

Gifford was so much into “Journey to the West" recently. So, he protested, “The Buddha and Monkey King are not real! They are just imaginations."

Wesley was starting to have a headache because his son was now smarter than his peers. He rubbed his aching temples and said, “If you violate the heavenly rules, they are going to become very real

Gifford's eyes widened. He didn't speak, nor could he sleep. He just stared at his father, expressionless.

Wesley cast a sidelong glance at his son.

“You are supposed to be asleep by nine, yet here we are, way past twelve o'clock. If you don't sleep now, you will not be allowed to watch ‘Journey to the West’ tomorrow."

“I want Mommy!" the boy bargained.

“What do you want from her now? Your mommy isn't feeling well. Let her sleep." Blair was probably more disturbed than he was because they had been interrupted.

“Mommy Loves me! You don't love me at all!" Gifford said angrily.

“Seriously? Am I being that obvious?' Wesley wondered with a sigh.

He knew last month that he was going to have a daughter. Since then, his whole attention had been focused on the baby in Blair's belly.

He would imagine what he would do after the girl was born. He would take her to the amusement park. He would buy beautiful clothes for her...

He cleared his throat and tried to talk to his son in a calm voice.

“Sleep now. You can see Mommy tomorrow morning."

“No! I want her now!"

Wesley lost his patience.

"Since you don't want to sleep, let's go jogging together." He was angry and he couldn't find a way to vent his fury.

He reached out his arms to hold the boy. But Gifford turned and avoided him. He quickly shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.

His childish behavior amused Wesley.

"Sleep well. Daddy won't Leave until you fall asleep," he said in a soft voice.