The other night, Mr Dog was putting the boys to bed. Big Dog is easy now. He gets in bed, talks a bit then drops off to sleep. If he wakes up at night, we don't know about it. He goes right back to sleep until he wakes up in the morning, bright eyed, perky and ready to start his day. We have no idea where he got that from. Mr. Dog and I both stumble our way through the morning until the coffee kicks in, and there had damn well better be coffee. But I digress.
Little Dog is another story. He fights sleep like it is trying to get him. Just as he is slipping off, he forces him awake with one more thing to tell us. This night it was about fish. He needed to ask about fish. "Papa, what do sharks eat?" and Mr. Dog answered. "And what do fish eat?" and Mr. Dog answered. And it went on like this for a while. Finally, and I'm not quite certain how, Mr. Dog decided to tell Little Dog about flying fish.
"Little Dog, there are fish that can fly. They can jump out of the water and really fly," he told his little boy in his lap.
Eyes wide, voice full of disbelief, Little Dog exclaims, "Get out of town!"
And before long, he was sound asleep.
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago