As we were getting ready to leave the house this afternoon to pick up Mary Clare from school, Charlie plopped himself down on the floor in the most dramatic fashion.
"Charlie," I said, "Pop up. We have to go get Mary Clare."
He let loose with a heavy, equally dramatic sigh.
"But, mommy," he said, "I really need to stay home and rest my feelings."
The good news is that I am getting better at keeping a straight face when he makes these declarations. The bad news is that they come so frequently, that if I don't immediately write it down, I forget.
I love him. And his exhausted feelings.