It was warm yesterday, passing 80 degrees for the first time this year. Jacob put Brody in his new Buzz Lightyear pajamas, which incude a short sleeved top and shorts. It didn't cross my mind, but I don't think Brody has ever worn shorts to bed before.
Brody has a new habit of calling to Jacob and me from bed, screaming for us until we come into his room. This is his way of getting around our rule that he is not allowed to get out of bed after we say goodnight. He knows that if he gets out of bed, he loses a stuffed animal, but if he screams for us we'll come running because we don't want him to wake up Logan. Smart kid.
Last night he screamed for me and of course, I came running. I found him still under his covers and he said "I can touch my knee with my hand." The shorts must have had quite an effect. I'm so glad I ran all the way up from the basement for that. As I said goodnight and started to leave the room, he said "now my hand is on my booty and I'm giving myself a wedgie." Ah, he always manages to make the run worthwhile.
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