Snug as a Thug in a Rug
Evan was cold getting in bed tonight and wanted socks on. So, being the lazy, insolent parent that I am, I tucked him snug as a bug and asked if the covers did the trick.
"No, Sweetie," he said patiently and gently, as he often addresses us- in a tone that says he's sympathetically aware that his parents have brains the size of peas; "but I still need socks on."
So socks it was. Then I asked, as always, what he wanted to talk to God about tonight.
"Um, I want to talk about Chick-fi-lake."
"Oh okay, so you want to thank Him for Chick-fil-a?"
"Uh huh, I just said that. Okay. Goodnight, mommy. I love you. Amen. I won't get out of my bed, but I think I need a movie on."
Ummm...no dice, Rocco. Saying it faster, at the chance that your mother's tiny pea brain will be incapable of processing the information rapidly enough, and that she really won't hear or absorb the information but mindlessly follow the instructions therein...well it just doesn't work that way. At least not yet. (Check back with me in a few years.) But in the meantime, it sure was a nice try.
