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So, while Peter and I were lying in bed after a failed attempt to get Wesley to nap, Wesley ran out of the room and came back with his empty hands cupped as if he was holding something in each.

"I have two chicken timers!" he announced. "One for you, and one for you. To wake you up."

"Chicken timers?" Peter asked, a bit bemused.

"Yes!" said Wesley. "They're egg timers all grown up."