Wm had a great weekend. He actually hit the rim at basketball practice (I, again, did not take any pictures due to my love of gab), he had his friend over for a loooong playdate (and they got to go bowling!), he got to see Suzanne (he was all, "I want to see Suuuuuuzanne!!!!!"), and he got to do lots of Christmas shopping. But we are now all exhausted.
Wm had been in bed for about 3 minutes - so not nearly long enough to fall asleep - and he goes, "DADDY! I am having bad dreams!" Steve calls up and tells him to listen to his Christmas music and think happy thoughts about Santa coming soon. Wm yells back down and says the only thing that will help is if Daddy comes to sleep with him. Steve calls back up and says it's not happening and he needs to get to sleep and stop procrastinating. There's a little pause and Wm goes, "can I at least just look at you one time?" Of course, Steve can't ignore that pitiful request, so up he went. And, as soon as he got up there, Wm told him he wanted a hug. Steve leaned over and Wm clamped his little arms around Steve's neck in an iron grip and goes, "SLEEEEEEEP WITH MEEEEEEEE!!!!!" He's wily, that Wm.
Steve just asked me, "what are you furiously typing over there, champ?"
Then, he saw a commercial for some movie and says with serious intensity, "God...I hate Tom Cruise. I just see him and think 'I really hate you.'"
He cracks me up.
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