"What shape is this, son?"
(Head in hand, in the most bored voice he can conjure up...) "Square."
"And this, my darling little angel?"
(Sigh...) "Circle. Mom, I already know all this!"
Okay, okay. Um..."Quick, what is the quadratic formula?"
Perks up. "X equals negative B plus minus the square root of B squared minus 4 AB all over 2A."
"Oh, sorry son, that's 'minus 4 AC over 2A. Back to the dungeons with you."
Anyway, bed time is always interesting. Comparing notes, my BF and I have learned that all little girls are the same: evil to the core. Being LDS, we say prayers at night as a family, and then individually. Even if Brett and I try to get out of it, Cohen won't let us. His OCD is progressing nicely. But Kembry, oh Kembry, little
Bed time is the sweetest time. I miss the kids, of course, but oh, the silence. The sweet, sweet, silence.
"Honey, I love yo-"
"Oh Brett, shut up and enjoy the silence."
Throw in 400 diaper changes, 70 feedings, a few dozen tantrums followed by time-outs, sprinkle that with spilled juice and sticky floors, and a soupcon of death threats and you've got it. A Day in the Life of Me.
Kelly Off to Bed