Since I have started my VERY official mini med school classes, I am unfortunately not home for the pebbles' bedtime routine on Monday nights. But, I do get home just as Elliot is right about to fall asleep (the sweetest time in my opinion). I go in to give Elliot hugs and kisses and secrets ("I love you's") and then he insists on telling me what he had for dinner.
Picture this entire conversation in a whisper ...
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Guess what we had for dinner."
"What?"
"Sausages, mmm, sausage and pepperoni pizza with KARMesan cheese."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, and corn."
"Yummy. What did you have for dessert?"
"Oatmeal cream pie. But you know what?"
"What?"
"It's not really a pie. It's a cookie."
"Mm hmm."
"And it's not really cream, it's frosting."
"Yep."
"So it's really a frosting cookie."
"You're right."
"But, mmm, it was good. I love you."
"I love you, too."
"See you in the morning -- I'll wake up really early to put my ice pack in my lunch so we don't forget, okay?"
"Okay."
"Goodnight, mom."
"Goodnight."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"See you in the morning."
I love that he goes to bed talking about food. You might have a chef on your hands...one that can open a can of soup.
ReplyDeleteHi Jackie Lee! Just checking up on you guys. Sorry to hear about the gall bladder problem - at least you only have to go through it once per lifetime! The kids are adorable - and funny, like their mama. So what's up about the med school classes? Fill us in. I read a blog yesterday that you might like - kellehampton.com. So good it reminded me of yours.
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