Jason's Untimely Thoughts

I was on the phone with a friend last night as the kids were going to bed… about 3 minutes into their movie, Jack comes downstairs asking if I’ll come lay with them.  No, go back to bed Jack.  Part of the routine.

About 3 minutes later Adelaide comes down to tell me her “stomach just started hurting really bad.  And it hurts really bad.”  Go back to bed, Adelaide.  Part of the routine.

About 3 minutes later she’s screaming from the top of the stairs saying her stomach is really really really hurting, can I please come upstairs?  At this point I give in, go to the kitchen to put my glass away, then go upstairs.  To find her sound asleep.  Out.  No movement.

Jack is now convinced I’m coming to lay with him though.  So, I do.  “Can we still watch some of the movie?  Just a little bit?  A teeny bit?”  Yeah, we can, but just a little.  One minute.  “No, 5 minutes.”  How about 2 minutes?  “No, 5 minutes.  5 minutes is good, I think.”  I laugh, cause that’s funny.

Since he really has no concept of time, I turn the movie off about 2 minutes later.  That’s it, Jack, time for bed.  5 minutes is up.  “No, five minutes is down.  Five minutes is down daddy.”  Again, I laugh, cause that’s funny.  About 30 seconds later, he’s asleep.