Yeah, er-no. Wait-what?

When we got home from the Van Morrison concert, I checked on the kids. Both were sleeping peacefully, though THEBOY was still in his daytime clothes. Eh, not the first time he’s crashed like that. No big deal.

 

We got up yesterday, and I laid out some clothes for him to change into. I ate, left, worked, came home and… he was still in Monday’s clothes.

 

“Uh… you’re still wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday AND that you slept in.”

 

And THEBOY grinned and did this little victory dance as if to say, “I know—it’s great!”

 

He said he just forgot to change. Kelli hadn’t noticed.

 

I swear…

 

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Dang… Doug Powell is sounding pretty darn good.

 

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I asked THEBOY this morning if I should wear my jammies to work. He said, “No, because your teacher will be undisappointed if you do that.”

 

Yeah, er—no. Wait—what?

 

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Do you spend much time around five-year-olds? After a couple of foggy moments in the mornings, THEBOY hits the ground running. I was trying to pick out a shirt for work this morning, see. My closet is in the hall, directly across from THEGIRL’s bedroom. THEBOY followed me, and though I knew she was awake, we went with our usual “let’s whisper so she can sleep” rule for some reason. Hey, I’m not a morning person.

 

So I was digging through shirts, trying to THINK, and THEBOY was giving me some sort of lecture on Spider-man and the Lizard. Or a DVD with them on it. Or a broken DVD. Or a DVD that disappeared. That is, after asking him five times just WHAT the heck he was talking about, I had to resort to the dreaded parental “oh yeah uh huh izthatright?” routine. Sorry.

 

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If I wore an iPod to the office, do you think I could pass it off as a hearing aid?

 

“What? No, please… speak into the iPod… I can’t hear ya…did you say something about ‘boogie fever’?”

 

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