Friday, February 27, 2015

All the feelings

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. 


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