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.

“Okay.”