Reagan couldn't go to sleep Friday night. Jim put her in bed around 9:00 pm as usual and then came downstairs to watch some TV with me and work on the computer. He disappeared about an hour later. When he came back to bed, I asked him where he went. He said that Reagan had called him upstairs saying she needed him.
Apparently there was a jaguar at the door. So being the creative person that he is, he joined in on the story and made something else up that was better... like "oh Mr. Jaguar, Reagan and I aren't here. You can go away now".
He asked, "so do you think he's gone". After a long pause, she said "yea, but now there's a lion".
What do you do with that?
No comments:
Post a Comment