Wednesday, March 14, 2012

My Son The Traitor. . .

There is a certain little boy who stole my heart. . .

This morning he also stole my bed.

He wiggled and squirmed and wiggled and squirmed. . .

Until he stole my sleep as well.

He then started saying he hurt. . .his tummy hurt. . .

We got up with visions of stomach virus floating through my head.

He wanted "wakey" clothes on. I got his shirt on and then he insisted he keep his pj pants on.

Then he wanted milk.

I wanted coffee.

All of this was happening during the ungodly hours between 530 & 7 am.

We sat for a while in the chair and then I got up to make some breakfast.

This is what went down while my back was turned.


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