I love to read. I don’t get to do it often anymore as I have two young boys that keep me hopping every day. These days, my reading (of fiction) is done on my Kindle. Yes, the original Amazon Kindle… not even a Kindle Fire, where you can see pictures and all kinds of fun things. Just a plain old Kindle. But, I love my Kindle.

I’m already off my point. My little ditty tonight starts with the fact that I hadn’t read a novel in quite some time and I decided I deserved a break. So, I downloaded one two days ago. I started reading it yesterday at Jacob’s Occupational Therapy appointment; the first one I’d taken him to without having to take Christopher with us. (Thank you, Jasey, for watching him for me so I could do that.) I had about forty five minutes of peace and quiet where I could read and then it was time to go home.

We had a birthday party to go to today. We had a great time! It was so good seeing my friend, Andee, and her little boys! My boys had so much fun! I hated to leave. But, once we started on our way home, my mind started wandering back to that novel and I couldn’t wait to get home and start reading again.

When we got home, it was too early to start dinner so we let the boys play in the front yard. Then it was bath time (since they both love to play in dirt and end up walking around with a cloud of dirt around them like Pig Pen from the Peanuts). We had dinner together and then the boys watched their regular before bed PBS program. By this point I was chomping at the bit to sneak outside, sit in a lawn chair and read my Kindle.

FINALLY, the show ended and Jim started carting the boys up to bed. (Thank you, Jim Brett, for doing bed time!) I made myself a drink, picked up my Kindle and snuck outside to sit in the lawn chair to read by the days dying light. Before I started, I looked up in the sky and saw this beautiful round moon. My Christopher loves the moon as much as I do. I sat down for a moment and then thought, “I have to go get my Bean and bring him out here to see this moon with me. It’s one of those memories he’ll look back on and love.” I went back in the house and called my little Bean down. “Let’s go outside, I have a surprise for you!”

He said, “What is it, Mommy?” with all this excitement in his little voice. “You’ll have to come out and see!” I said.  I picked him up and carried him out to the front yard. We sat down together in my lawn chair, “Look,” I whispered to him. He looked around, got a big smile on his face and said, “What is it, Mommy?”

“Look at that big, beautiful moon!” I responded, pointing up at the sky. His little eye brows crinkled up and he said, thoroughly disgusted with me, “That’s it? I thought you wanted to show me the pink lawn chairs sitting in Miss Emily’s front yard!”

So much for memories.

Dinner with Christopher this evening:

Christopher says, “Dad, can I tell you a knock, knock joke?”  Jim, with a dubious expression on his face replies, “Sure.” Christopher: “Knock, knock.” Jim: “Who’s there?” Christopher: “Poop.” Jim says, “Don’t say poop. I already don’t like this joke.” Christopher laughs then says, “Just ask poop who.” Jim replies, “No, I will not say that. Stop talking about poop all the time, especially when we are at the dinner table.” Christopher: “Ok, Dad.”

Less than thirty seconds later, Christopher stands up from the table and starts spinning around in circles. Jim asks, “What are you doing?” Christopher says, “I have to go to the bathroom.” Jim and I just look at each other, shake our heads and continue eating. Christopher continues to spin in circles all the way across the kitchen towards the bathroom until he crashes into one of the cabinets and falls down. He stands up and laughs out loud and continues on to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom he yells out to us, “In case you were wondering, I’m only going pee.” Jim and I both reply, “OK.” Christopher yells back, “I’m not going to go poop.” We ignore him. He then begins singing. The words go something like this: “Poop, is funny, poop all the time, poop on your head and poop in your hair.” He then laughs like he’s the funniest guy on the planet. We continue to ignore him.

Christopher comes out of the bathroom, sits back down at the table and says to Jacob, “I just put poop in your hair” then laughs. Jacob does not find this amusing at all. He yells, “Hey! That’s not a nice thing to do!” as he’s rubbing his head like there might actually be poop on it. Christopher is still laughing, highly amused and pleased with himself.  I then calmly say to him, “Christopher, if you say poop one more time you are going straight to bed after dinner.”

“Ok, Mom.”

Less than thirty seconds later, “Mom, can I tell YOU a knock, knock joke?” I responded, “Not if it’s about poop.” His reply: “Ok, never mind.”