July 9, 2007
Monday, 8:15 pm
Charlie comes into the living room for about the fifth time since we tucked him in. “Daddy,” he says, “are you and Mommy going to stay downstairs? Or are you coming upstairs?”
“We’re staying down here,” Wade says, “now GO TO BED.”
“Okay!” Charlie says cheerfully. “Goodnight!” And he scampers back up the stairs.
“Doesn’t that question worry you AT ALL?” I ask Wade.
He looks at me for a moment and then says, “Well, NOW it does.”
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July 10th, 2007 at 8:37 am, Janssen Says:
Now that it’s Tuesday at 9:30 a.m. . . . what happened?
July 10th, 2007 at 8:43 am, Susan Says:
Janssen, there was a whole lotta running back and forth through the Jack and Jill bathroom and thumping and giggling and coming downstairs to ask if the doors were locked and changing of pajamas (why? I have no idea). And finally Wade had enough and he went up and Laid Down the Law, which included saying, “I DO NOT WANT YOUR FEET TO TOUCH THE FLOOR AGAIN.”
It was awesome.
July 10th, 2007 at 10:11 am, wordgirl Says:
Yeah…it worries me, too. A lot.
July 10th, 2007 at 12:24 pm, Jen Says:
*snicker*
July 10th, 2007 at 2:39 pm, Jennifer Says:
Hmmm… it does make you wonder. Men don’t seem to have the sneak-o-meter sensor.
Once when my kids were toddlers, playing in their playroom, I suddenly heard my daughter start to cry. My son yelled “I didn’t just bite her!”
July 11th, 2007 at 10:10 am, Jamie Says:
bwa-ha!