He Woke Up Laughing
He woke up laughing. Across the static of the baby monitor I couldn’t tell it was a laugh. I went to check on him. There was no movement until I crouched down close to his face and asked if he was alright. He tells me he was just laughing because he had a funny dream.
“What was it?”
“I dreamed I poured water on my butt and it splashed Daddy and he said it was gross!”
Very funny kid. “Let’s go out here,” He popped up leading the way, “I have a good idea.”
Maybe I should sit down. At two minutes to seven, who knows where this could lead.
“We should make cookies and watch TV.”
I try to think of why this is a bad idea but there just doesn’t seem to be a reason.