I was writing a post just now (you’ll see it in a few minutes) and Jack came out of his bedroom (yes, it’s 10 p.m.) to have the following interaction with me:
Jack: [Skip-hop, skip-hop around the corner, and then pointing at the bathroom] “Bleurg”
Me: “Okay, go to the bathroom.” [patted him on the butt]
Sould of peeing coming from the open door, and then he disappeared back down the hallway toward his room (and the kitchen) for about 45 seconds and skip-hopped back.
Jack: “I want help getting the bread open.”
[Pause] “And I want the peanut butter out.”
[Pause] “And I want some honey”
[Longest pause yet] “And I want another piece of bread.” [Big smile]
Me: “Sweetie, it’s not time for a sandwich. I’ll make you a peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch tomorrow. Right now you have to go to bed.” [Pause. No action from Jack.] “One…two…”
Jack: “Pfffft” [Skip-hop, skip-hop, down the hall and off to harrass the cat he went.]
Another typical night in Stimeyland.