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 | things my kids have gotten out of bed to tell me |
ABIGAIL: Owen’s blowing kisses at me.
ME: Owen! No more kissing!
OWEN: Abigail wants me to squeeze her hand.
ME: Abigail! No more affection of any kind!
ABIGAIL & OWEN: This year, we want to have an old-fashioned-mixed-with-modern Christmas celebration.
ME: ???
DANE: No more reading craft books before bed!
ABIGAIL: For Halloween, I want to be—
ME: You can tell me in the morning.
ABIGAIL: —Michelangelo.
ME: Obviously.
Hilarious!
Hilarious by the light of day. Something else in the middle of the night when they ought to be asleep.