funny luke story of the day
Luke and Pen are excited to be sharing a room. They keep each other up frequently in the evenings, bantering back and forth in their way and just generally carrying on. This has the side effect that it keeps their energy levels artificially high (read: it makes them overtired). In Luke’s case, when this sets in, he gets well-nigh unbearably antsy and has trouble staying in his bed. He’s been told many times he needs to stay in his bed at nighttime, and that if he needs something he can come out and get us. Of course, to Luke this means letting himself out of the room, running in ours and gleefully announcing, "Daddy, I need something." I reply, "What do you need?" He says, "I don’t know," and I put him back in bed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Earlier this evening, while putting him to bed initially, I told him that if he came out he needed to have a reason, that just saying "I need something" wasn’t a reason and that if he couldn’t come up with one, he’d be disciplined for not staying in his bed. And true to form, within a few minutes of shutting the door, I heard it open again, and Luke came around the corner to find us in the living room. He drew himself up to his full height and proclaimed, very seriously, very deliberately, "Daddy, I need to go to bed." I managed somehow not to laugh aloud and said "Yes, you do need to go to bed," before leading him in there again. If there’s a loophole, he’ll find it…
In other news, I’m teaching myself to play guitar. I’m four days in and my fingers are still hurting (even as I type). I wonder when this goes away? My brother-in-law Josh (who lives just a couple of apartments over) is letting me borrow one of his guitars. It’s slow going but I’m going to stick with it. I want to be able to accompany Diane one day as she sings; that’s the goal.