Sometimes I wonder how I come up with this stuff. Especially when it works. Tonight Junior is sleeping at Dads. My job is to pack the bag, even though Junior is 4 and I’ve told him he’s responsible for his own “extras”.
I just got a call…it’s bedtime, and “you forgot to pack a friend.” Oh boy. I remembered everything else, including the vital beyond belief “blankie”. But I didn’t pack a friend.
Mr. Dump puts Junior on the phone
Me: Honey, can you just go one night without a friend? You have Blankie!
Him: No.
Me: Just one night?
Him: I’m not very happy right now
Me: But you’ve got blankie, he can be your friend tonight, okay?
Him: I want a friend with eyes.
[pause]
Me: Well tell daddy to draw eyes on your pillow.
Him: [thinking about it] OKAY! You wanna talk to daddy?
Daddy: So?
Me: Go draw eyes on his pillow
I haven’t heard back…yet. If this works, I want an award.
