Well, life has been going at break-neck speed around here. . .activities to and fro and otherwise. Last night Tony and I fell into bed at 10:50. Somewhere around 4:00-ish, I heard a crash. It came from Victoria’s room. Thad was on a palette on her floor since he didn’t have sheets on his bed. Somehow he had kicked her baker’s rack hard enough to send some things plummeting to the floor. By the time I got in there, he was trying to pick them up. He looked and me and said,
“Mommy? It was a accident.”
“I know, baby. It’s okay.”
“I need to tell you about the Woad Wunnuh. . .”
I thought he was going to go into detail about how this was an accident, but upon awaking from a dead sleep he wanted to tell me about a Road Runner cartoon he had seen earlier in the evening. Y’all–when the boy wants to say somethin’ he says it. He continues to verbally plod along despite obstacles thrown in his path by other speakers until what he has to say has been said. And that is why, after several attempt to cut the story short, I finally just sat on the foot of Victoria’s bed and let him tell the story the way he wanted to.
I finally woke up 10:50 THIS MORNING. . .12 hours of glorious, nearly uniterrupted, sleep. As I stumbled downstairs, I was greeted by Thad’s request.
“Mommy. . .do ya wanna watch the Woad Wunnuh? Huh? Huh? It’s tons of funniness!!!”
If you need tons of funniness, here is the clip in it’s entirety.