I went into Little Boy’s room this morning to wake him up. “Hey Bud, time to wakey-wakey!” He gave his usual squeaky-toy peep and then a giggle. I told him he seemed like he was in a very good mood this morning.

“Yes I AM Daddy!”
“And what, pray tell, is the reason for this chipperosity, Little Toot?” (Yes, I do say stuff like this to the kids, because they think it’s funny)
“Well, Daddy, today is MY BIRTHDAY!!”

And so it is! Little Boy Feller is OOOOOO-ficially eight years old today, and his first present was a set of the first three Star Wars movies.

He was fit to be tied, and of course wanted to watch them this morning before school. “Well, you see, Buddy, we have to get all dressed, and brush teethses, and comb hairseses, and eat breakfast, and paint the house, and polish the knockerblaggers, and smell the filbermush, and put on our shoes, and sign your notebook, and drink our milk (by this time he is rolling his eyes and nodding his head dejectedly) and arrange all of the magazines in the house by weight, and go get on top of the car and go to school. So we really need to hold off on watching anything this morning. Okay?” Disappointed “O-kaaaaay.” “You’re still eight though, aren’t you?” Big grin “You know I am, Dad.” “Okay, just checking!”

At which point Baby Demon Girl grins and says “Can I watch it if Jonason can’t?” So I had to pounce on her and tickle her—“NO! NO! NOT NOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!” Heeehehehehehehehehe! “When I ams eight like Jonason can I watch it?” “Maybe. If you eat breakfast.” “Okay.”
posted by Terry at 9:10:00 AM