(for those just tuning in… The Boy started 3rd grade on Wednesday, and then skipped Friday so we could go to CHSH. He fell asleep in the car around 11pm last night, and I woke him at 8am for school).
A few minutes later he wandered into my room, rubbing his eyes. “I thought we said that I would be too tired to go to school…”
“Nope. You already missed 1 out of 3 days, you can’t miss 2 out of 4…”
He gave me a standing “flop-hug” (because of course he could not possibly be expected to stand) and then announced he had to pee, and shuffled over to the bathroom like a Tim Conway character.
After the bathroom, he got dressed and you would have thought he’d been up for hours.
I made his lunch while he made his breakfast (microwave pancakes). As he closed the microwave door he announced, “Dang it’s good to have a microwave again…” (Aunt Lindsay’s house is microwave-less.)
Me: “You like having a microwave, huh?”
“Yeah… otherwise you can’t make popcorn…”
Suffice it to say that The Boy will not be looking to replace Bear Grylls anytime soon.
After a visit to my grandparent’s place when I was little, I told my mother “Grandma made waffles and they didn’t come from the toaster!”