The following is an imaginary interview I would have liked to have had with my son only moments ago.
Me: Why are you crying? You are supposed to be asleep.
Buggy: Can’t you see my thigh is stuck in the crib slats and my blanket is on the floor? Geez woman!
Me: Ok, your thigh is free. Here’s your blanket. Why is your blanket on the floor?
Buggy: Cuz I threw it down there.
Me: Why? I just picked it up off the floor 10 minutes ago.
Buggy: Because I wanted to throw it down there.
Me: Why do you want to throw it on the floor? You won’t sleep without it.
Buggy: It’s fun. And I get to see you on and off for another hour.
Me: But I’m trying to clean the kitchen, fold the laundry, check email, read and write blog posts… and YOU are supposed to be SLEEPING right now!
Buggy (with a HUGE smile on his face): I know!
