Shawn Joaquin has finally gotten the hang of the whole sleeping thing and often has his wake ups down to one 3am wail or just a few half-hearted attempts to rouse sympathy for his forced confinement to bed. Tonight he was up several times before 8:30, each excuse more lame than the last. Books. Water. Bathroom.
And so it went, until his final plea.
I can't sleep.
Why?
Because I ate paper. And it didn't taste very good.
Well, don't eat paper.
OH. [Slapping himself in the head.] Good night.
And with that he ambled back to bed, toilet tissue stuck to his lower lip and a faint smacking sound heard in the distance as he tried to finish it off. Yes, he's a freak. But he's MY freak. And I love him.
No comments:
Post a Comment