We had a little scare with Lily this weekend though. I was working out and Chris came in and asked if I had seen Lily. I hadn't, so we both started looking for her. After three or four times through the house and multiple trips around the house outside, we still couldn't find her. And, we were starting to panic a bit. She was last seen just wearing underpants. I could just see that information on the Evening News and explaining to the cops why she was only running around in underwear (she's not a fan of clothes; she's 3).
After we enlisted Jamisen's help, we were just about to fan out over the neighborhood when we heard a shout from the pantry where we found Lily, hiding, crouched in her standy-thing, surrounded by sugar EVERYWHERE. She had pulled the sugar container down (jackpot!) and was eating it, crouched down in a manner that we couldn't see her. And, she's no dummy; of course she didn't answer our increasingly frantic please. We would have taken away the sugar!
Jamisen continues to impress us with his kind and helpful ways. That kid is going to make a great husband someday; that is, if we can ever get him to leave. The other night, I was reading an astronaut book to him and innocently said, "Would you like to be an astronaut when you grow up?"
He clutched my arm and said, "No way; I would never want to leave you and Daddy!" So then, forgetting I was talking to a five year old, I said, "Well, sweetie, you'll need to leave us to go to college." At which point, his lower lip poked out, wobbled, and a tear rolled down his cheek. And another. Until he was actually crying and clinging to me, crying, "I don't ever want to go to college; I never want to leave you!"
Lily was also reading with us and she followed the lead of her brother, saying "I don't want to go to college! I don't want to go to college."
I assured Jamisen that he could live with Mommy and Daddy and go to Western Washington University right here in our hometown. That appeased him ... a bit. And when Chris heard what I gad done, he was like, "He's FIVE. You just committed him to which college he's going to attend at the age of FIVE."
Yeah ... hindsight. Not such a smart discussion to have with a five year old who loves, loves, loves his Mama so very much right now. He's in that phase and it's very sweet.
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