Another Boy Story

I have told this story to a few friends here because it has just tickled me to no end.

We have been riding The Boy on being careful about Dad. He's always used The Man as his personal jungle gym. They wrestle on the bed (which makes me unhappy as it's MY bed) when Dad gets home from work and is changing out of his uniform. They pretend box at the drop of a hat, throwing up hands so the other can practice a left hook. The Man being injured has really put a damper on their activities and it's been hard on the kid. He can only understand so much at age 4, you know?

The Boy does very well sleeping in his own bed. Every once in a while, he'll come climb in with us in the middle of the night. We're cool with that. We've had to stop those night time trips because he tends to kick every once in a while and that's a definite no-no on The Man's abdomen. He's been pretty compliant with this, which is surprising. The kid is nothing but stubborn and determined.

The other morning....REALLY early...he came into our room.

The Man was on his side with his back to The Boy. Very gently, that boy tapped his Dad on the butt.


The Boy: "Dad."

*tap*tap*tap

The Boy: "Dad."

The Man: "What, Son?"

The Boy: "All the lights are on in the livin' woom."

The Man: "What?"

The Boy: "All the lights are on in the livin' woom."

The Man: "Who turned on all the lights in the living room???"

The Boy: "I did."

I have gotten the best laugh out of this. My son went on to inform his Dad that he needed to get up since the lights were on. And he did.

I'm so glad he doesn't do this to me.