Jack went to a sleepover at his friend Tony's last night. After a day at school followed by the first day of after-school dodgeball practice, they spent 2 hours at a trampoline park, then played video games until 3 am. He got home around 11 am and sat in front of the TV like a zombie for over an hour before I pulled the plug and told him to read a book.
Well, being all comfy in bed with a good read, he fell asleep around 1:30 and didn't wake up until just after 7 pm. I was in the kitchen cooking when he came down. He took one look at the stove and said "why are you making chicken for breakfast?" He sounded kind of irritated too. He really thought it was Sunday morning and he wanted waffles. What does Aunt Lynn ask of me? To snap his forlorn sweet face and post it on the blog! So blame this on her!
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