I put Peter to bed while an exhausted Jack finished watching an episode of Curious George with Katherine. Then I went downstairs to clean up after dinner while Katherine put Jack to bed. As I’m almost finished filling the dishwasher, I hear the familiar thumpity-thump-thump of a rambunctious Jack skipping around upstairs… then on the stairs… then in the dining room… then behind me.
“Hi,” I tell him, with a raised eyebrow. All the pajamas I put on him an hour earlier? To the extreme “I’m too tired” protests as I removed his jeans and argued over what shirt he should wear? Yeah. All gone. He’s naked except for his pull-up.
“Hi,” he says. I wait for the first round of just-wannas. I don’t wait long.
“I jus’ wanna fill in the calendar for today,” he says, as he spies a crayon and grabs it. It’s always interesting to see him come up with a convenient excuse for stalling. He goes over to his homemade calendar from school and colors in the 11. (Mind you, he hasn’t colored in anything since March 3rd. And today is the 10th.)
“I don’t always get to do it in the morning, you know. Okay, bye!”
“Good night, Jack.”
“Good night, Daddy!” And he’s off and running, another naked victory lap around the kitchen, back to the dining room, up the stairs to his momma and the rest of bedtime.
Times like this remind me how I came up with the name for this blog.