This youngest child of mine apparentlylives a very busy existence. I’m beginning to expect that he is sneaking out at night to frequent some swinging night club. Or perhaps he’s hitting open mic night at the local karaoke bar. Better yet, I would be willing to bet that he’s moonlighting as a go-go dancer. No matter what the occasion the fact of the matter is that my little man is exhausted.
This afternoonon one of my many sweeps through the house looking for the inevitable destruction at the hands of my 3 year-old, Jack, I found him holed up in his sister’s room. (The black rubber boots were his idea, by the way.)
At first look I thought he was undoubtedly playing with something of Avery’s thathe’s been forbidden from touching time and time again.
As I approached him I noticed one very startling fact: he wasn’t attemping to hide. There was no sudden scrambling to escape my piercing eyes.
Hmm. I see. Apparently…he’s asleep.
Listening to my iPod.
Which, I didn’t actually give him.
Wow, the rebellion is getting out of hand. First, the late night go-go dancing, and now the unabashed thievery.
I’ll deal with the roguish behavior later. For the time being, I’m just going to let him sleep.