The youngest member of our family has quickly become a fan of pajama day. And I can’t say that I blame him. With all the running around that goes on during the week it is a refreshing change of pace to be able to drink coffee from a mug, not a to-go Yeti (me, not him) and lay around in fleece Spider Man pj’s eating chocolate muffins (him, not me). If only my bed head required a little water and a couple of brush strokes. Oh, to be four again. The other day he woke up before us, went downstairs to the kitchen, crawled into the fridge to pull out some cold milk, into the pantry to grab his cereal of choice, and then to his lower cabinet for a bowl, and drawer for his special spoon. I’m not sure what surprised me more: him having allowed Mr. R and I to sleep or his independence! As if that wasn’t enough to swallow, his Light-Bright toy (remember that from the 80’s?) wasn’t working so he found himself phillips head screwdriver, undid it, then located batteries in a downstairs drawer.
Pretty soon I can ask him to do my taxes.