Getting ready for bed after a wonderfully lazy day at Lindsay’s house. The boy has his headphones in, listening to his iPad, probably watching YouTube videos about Yugioh or some such.
I reached over and tussled his hair a bit. He looked up.
"I love you too."
"Good day?" I asked.
"Great day," he answered.
"Me too. Goodnight, kiddo."
The Wife, via iMessage
In case it was in any way unclear, this is not a compliment.
The Boy (10): "Have you ever considered having another kid? Like giving me a brother?"
Me: "Well, yeah, we thought about it. Why do you ask?"
The Boy: "I’ve been thinking about that a lot today."
Me: "Why have you been thinking about that a lot today?"
The Boy: "Because it turns out that it’s illegal to own a boxing kangaroo."
Remember that adorable story about how sweet my kid is and how he covered me with his blanket on Monday morning?
And remember how Steve tried to suggest that it might have been the dog?!
(If not, read them both here.)
Well, let’s return to Monday night, just around The Boy’s Bedtime, EDT.
"Dad, I can’t find my second blanket…"
(Did I mention he sleeps with 4 blankets? Even in the summer? I blame The Wife’s thin blood and the fact that he was manufactured and born in Florida.)
"Which one is the second one? The Steelers’ one?"
"It’s still on my bed from this morning…"
"Remember when mom took you to school so I could sleep in? Didn’t you put that blanket on me?"
"No… I think it must have been the dog."
"Take your blanket and go to bed."
Me: “Did you see that picture I posted? How sweet is that? He covered me with his blanket!”
The Wife: “I think that was the dog.”
Me: “Oh shut up, it was not.”
It’s tough being the only romantic in a world full of Muggles…
Please send The Boy all your good vibes.
All of them! He will return them as soon as he’s done with them.
(He has gone 4x/week for months and worked really hard, so I don’t think it will be a problem, but I never count my chickens before they hatch. I mean, if I had any chickens. which I don’t. As far as I know.)