How do they know?

Nathaniel has generally been sleeping well in recent times -- except for one night ... the night I worked incredibly late at work. What fun.

On election night, I was at work until about 2 a.m. keeping the website up to date for users. I got into bed about 2:30 a.m. At about 3 a.m., Nathaniel started screaming in a way he hasn't done for months (it felt like). From 3 to 5 a.m., either Amanda or I had to lay with Nathaniel on the couch. At that point, Amanda had to get ready for work, so I was lying down with Nathaniel while he was rolling and kicking.

Luckily, thankfully, Amanda took Nathaniel to daycare at 7 a.m., and I got to sleep for a couple of hours before heading to work.

But how did Nathaniel know that single day was the worst day?