justice has come to our bed the last 2 nights. we would take him back, but once he’s up, he keeps coming back to our room every time we take him to his, so we don’t bother.
this morning, jamison woke up at 5:45 & i brought her to the bed to nurse. 10 minutes later, jilly comes in, which makes it a justice, jamison, me, jilly sandwich. (daddyjay had already gone to work.)
we ambled out of bed at 6:15 & left the boy to sleep some more. after waking scout, getting some breakfast, and sending the big girls off to catch the bus, the boy ran across the house butt-ass-naked.
i asked him if he peed (in my bed) & he said no.
“then, where are you pajamas?” i wondered.
“on the floor, ” he replied.
“why, pray-tell, are they on the ground, dearest son?” i thought, knowing full-well what happened.
i know what’s coming, but still wanted to see just how he handled it.
“i took them off because there’s water in your bed.”
he kills me. it’s these moments where i have no words.