The kids had been watching a movie. When it was over, I went looking for them. I found them, minus Kian, playing in their bedroom. "Where's Kian?" "I don't know?"
I found him here. As tuckered out as can be. So...at first tried to gently wake him. Then...I "tortured" him. Mean mommy!
I think I may have found the culprit for the early morning escapades and the late night crying. Molars! Great!