Honestly, Jeffrey is such a drama queen! Tonight, after kisses, hugs, stories, prayers, cups of cool water, a fan in his room, getting up to pee twice, and both DH and I going in there at least twice each, he begins a plaintive wail:
“Oh, what kind of parents won’t cover up their boy?” “What kind of parents won’t put a nice blanket on their boy?” He is doing his best to sound pathetic and abused.
DH and I are in the living room, our heads in pillows we are laughing so hard, and we don’t want him to hear us. We peer at each other over the top of our pillows, eyes teary and red-faced, choking back laughter.