Cubby slept unusually late this morning. He doesn't have school this week, so there was no reason to disturb him. When I finally went in to check on him about 8:45 a.m., he opened his eyes, but made no move to get out of bed. A few minutes after that, I went back upstairs to put Jack down for a nap and found that Cubby still hadn't moved from his bed. So I asked him if he was planning on getting up and dressed anytime soon.
"I can't," he said, his voice muffled by his down comforter. "I'm suctioned to my bed."
Son, I know exactly what you mean.
I love reading Cubby's creative comments; they make me laugh out loud. He's very clever.
ReplyDeleteHope Cubby's not coming down with what Charlie has. My Christmas wish for you is that nothing else invades your house or y'all's somewhat healthy bodies so that Christmas day can be a raucous, joyous, snot free day of celebration.
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