Actual conversation between me and Trot earlier tonight:
Trot: "I'm doin' to bed, Dad."
Me: (Looks at clock) "It's 8, Trot. You're going to bed NOW?"
Trot: "Yeah. My eyes are telling me it's time to do to bed."
Me: "Your eyes?"
Trot: "Yeah. They won't stay open so I'm doin' to bed."
The peeing and the farting and the writing on the walls and the asking for the 9,786th time if he can be done eating now?
Totally worth it.