Thursday, July 29, 2010
Bob came into our bedroom at 2:00 am ready to talk. Right then. At 2:00 am. He wanted to talk about protocol droids (How are they different than medical droids?), raspberry lemonade (How do they squeeze out the raspberries?), and his favorite 2:00 am topic, death.
"But if Meda was very old and got sick, how old is old for dying?"
"Honey, I'm begging you. We really need to go back to sleep now."
"No, Mama. I am begging you. I have to do a talk right now."
"Can I have a show?"
"Can we go back to my bed?"
"Can you read the news to me from the Google news on Daddy's phone?"
"How's the oil spill doing? Is it cleaned yet? Will it take 100 years? Did all of the animals die?"
"Let's read about it a little but by 3:30 we have to try and go back to sleep."
"I love you!"
We slept in this morning. Sorry, Soccer Camp.