The Lyman's Life.

Warning: this post contains adult material. If you do not consider yourself to be an adult, then DO NOT READ THIS POST. However, if you do consider yourself to be a mature adult and you enjoy a humorous story, then read on. You've been warned.

I must begin with explaining that my little boy sleeps in our walk-in closet. Weird, I know, but we live in a two-bedroom house, and I had the two children sharing a room, but it became increasingly difficult to have them in the same room together. One would wake the other up either at night or in the morning.... or in the middle of the night. And it was unpleasant for all parties involved. What's a girl to do? (besides move). So, we made a little room in our walk-in closet for James complete with a little bookcase for his things, his clothes, his toys, stuffed animals, and a little bed, and he affectionately calls it his "space". It works rather nicely, except that he tends to climb off his little bed, and join us every night. Which we really don't mind-- this is the reason we bought a king, right?

So lately, Adam has been working ghastly hours and comes home rather late. I usually wait up for him, and we eat a little late-night snack and then he showers while I hop into bed. Last night, he comes in the room all steamy and warm from his shower, and hops into bed with me sans g's. He's up to frisky business-- you know kissy-kissy and such. But suddenly we hear footsteps, and then Jamie emerges from the closet desiring mommy (it seems both boys of the house are desiring mommy tonight). Anyhow, Adam jumps up (not thinking of negative zero clothing) and offers Jamie a drink from the sippy I had placed in bed with him earlier. He doesn't want a drink and earnestly whines: "I want mommy". So we did what any parents of young children would do: tossed our cares aside, let him come cuddle with us in bed (clothed) and promptly fell asleep. We were tired, after all.

This morning, I wake up to Jamie's face watching me (probably anticipating the moment when my eyes would open and he could start talking). And he promptly asks: "why were daddy and your shirts off last night?" And I stop to remember, then say, "oh, we were just changing into our jammies.... daddy had to take a shower, then we were putting our jammies on". Jamie replies: "Oh. Because I saw you and was like, 'oh my!'"

Funny.

Where do they come up with this stuff?