"Mommy," he soooo unsuccessfully whispers at something that does not EVEN resemble from a distance the crack of dawn."Mm?" she groans as she rolls over to where he's hovering by her side of the bed.
"Mohhhhmy!" he whisper-yells again.
"Shhhh, it's too early, Bubba," I say as I pull the covers over my head.
"But Mommy, can I ask you a question?" he leans closer to her sleepy ear. [She always falls for this one.]
"Of course, Boy. You can ask me anything," she mumbles as she opens her eyes.
"Can I tell you about my dream?" [And there's no going back after that 'cause he's off like a shot.]
"I was dreaming about this little animal that swims in the ocean."
"And he has big giant pinchers, but no shell."
"And he lives at the bottom of the ocean."
"Oh, so he must live at the bottom of the ocean in order to protect himself," Mommy conjectures.
"No. But that's a good guess, Mommy." [Such a little snot.]
"He just borrows shells from the ones that other hermit crabs leave behind." [As in, "Duh!"]
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