Monday, April 28, 2008

A thief in the night

Somewhere around 6:15 a.m.:
"Mom." It's the short boy whose name I can't remember at this hour because I was up all night with the older, sicker one.
"Mom." GGGGGRRRRHHH. He'll go away soon.
"Mom." He's not going anywhere.
"Mom ."
He's not a dumb kid. He wants to make sure I'm awake enough to understand him. It's an effective technique. "YES?"
"Something bad happened. I went to bed with my pants on and then I woke up this morning. LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!!!" 
He shows me his bare little boy leg.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That made me laugh so hard I cried!

Loving your blog - Tamara