Gustav was so adorable last night. Pauline was already asleep because Esther put her to bed early (she was way too tired, which is how she should be when she doesn't nap in the middle of the day) and I was getting myself ready for bed, too. I was in my room putting on my nightgown and Gustav was standing outside with his face against my door, making siren noises. I opened the door to ask him what he wanted, and he said he just wanted to cuddle, with me, in my bed. You can't say no to that, so we crawled into my bed and I pulled up the covers and he was cuddling against my chest. That's when it occurred to me that, if he fell asleep, he was going to be angry and out of control when we woke him up to put on his pajamas and brush his teeth and I was not prepared to deal with that. So I asked him if we should put his pajamas on first, and he quite willingly got himself out of my bed to go get himself changed. Then I remembered that he was supposed to take a shower because he had been playing in the dirt all day, so he walked to the bathroom, got himself undressed, and waited for me to turn on the shower for him. He used my loofah, which he thought was absolutely fantastic because it makes so much foam. The kids love foam, of course, and he kept telling me how cool my sponge was. Too cute. Then we got him dried off, put his pajamas on, and brushed his teeth. Esther was in her bedroom with the door locked because she was on the phone and didn't want loud screaming kids to disrupt her, so Gustav knocked on the door to see if he could get the hairdryer from the bathroom. Esther didn't respond but Olaf (who was downstairs this whole time) heard Gustav knocking and went to find Gustav a hairdryer. Gustav dried his hair almost entirely by himself, with me helping in the back. It was so cute, too, because he was using the mirror and you kept moving the dryer in the wrong direction because mirrors are tricky like that. He had this really adorable confused and yet entirely focused look on his face. Once his hair was dry he looked at me and said "Ok, jetzt können wir kuscheln," and he hopped into my bed. I laid down next to him, and we just sat there for a few minutes with his eyes only half open. Then he heard Olaf cough and he said, "Papa ist noch wach," (Papa is still awake) and then after a second, "aber Pauline schläft schon," (but Pauline's already sleeping). I agreed with him, and then he said, "Ich gehe jetzt auch ins Bett." So we went into his room and sat on the bottom mattress for a little bit so I could read him a story from one of his Bobo Siebenschläfer books, and then he crawled up into his bed. I went downstairs to make him a milk because he decided he needed one, he went pee one more time, and then I tucked him in. He almost immediately fell asleep without making another sound. Esther and Olaf were both confused because they had each thought that the other one had taken care of Gustav. He was such a love, though. As much of a pain in the ass as he can be, he's generally an absolute sweetheart.