Monday night was the first day of Mike's fifth trial in six weeks. We were exhausted. We plopped ourselves in the TV room downstairs and tried to ignore whatever was happening with our precious children upstairs.
After playing in the sink, Jack came downstairs all wet and mad about it. I stripped him down and told him to find some clothes and his sister or I would help him get dressed.
He happily trotted back up the stairs and came down with a whistle. Any of you who have been in my downstairs know that nine feet ceilings plus hardwood floors equals a room that is incredibly fun to make noise in.
I told Jack that if he wanted to play the thing, he needed to go outside. He happily replied, "Okay mommy!" And I heard the front door open.
I looked over at Mike, "Is he wearing anything?"
Mike laughed. I grabbed my camera.
I wonder what the neighbors think.
Fortunately, we only have one.
