So here's a little insight into life with Thomas. We've been having trouble with him staying in bed at night over the past few weeks. This happened a while back, then life returned to normal, now we're back at it again. The reasons, uh, I mean excuses, are varied and usually completely nonsensical.
The following tall tale happened a few nights ago. It all began when I walked past his room at who knows what time to feed Gab. I noticed his stuffed owl in the hallway just outside his door.
Me: Ronnie, did you take Thomas' owl away?
Ronnie: No.
Me: Oh, I saw it sitting in the hallway and it wasn't there when I put him to bed.
Ronnie: I don't know.
Me: I can't even imagine what this is about.
Fast forward to the next morning at breakfast. I actually made the conscious decision not to ask about the owl because I figured there would be sheer buffoonery coming out of his mouth. Well, in the middle of eating his cereal, I was offered the following information.
Thomas: (Stated with a completely straight face and an attitude that said, "I know she's gonna buy this one!") Mommy, I had to put my owl out of my bed last night because he was keeping me up with all the hooting. Owls are nocturnal, you know!
Yes, Thomas, they are, and apparently, so are you! What a kid!
I will post a photo of the nocturnal culprits in a later post.
I mean...why else would the owl be in the hallway?
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like something we would have heard from Cailley! From Rian, we get "a monkey came into my room and wanted to play with me."
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