I put you down at 11:30, completely asleep. Then 5 minutes later I hear a delighted squeal and the spinning of the busy box. Huh. Now it is 12:27 and though you are not crying, which I appreciate, you are still behaving as though your crib has turned into an amusement park. Now I ask myself, Do I let you just keep hanging out? Do I go get you at some point? You are a puzzle to me Mr Man.