So, back on Wednesday night, while I'm busy keeping Secondborn in his room in the vain hope that maybe eventually he'll fall asleep, or at least sit still - which is, by the way, not happening at all, and-
Where was I?
Oh, right. Anyway, I'm busy. Firstborn comes out of his room, and finds his mother in the living room.
Before I recount their conversation, I should explain that back when we were first decorating Firstborn's room, just prior to his birth, we decided on an Australian theme. Part of this involved some well-chosen stuffed animals, including two wombats, a platypus, large and small koalas, and a three foot tall kangaroo that stands on its own. Firstborn is now taller than the kangaroo - I think - but not by much.
So, their conversation:
Beautiful Wife: "Firstborn, you need to be in your bed now."
Firstborn: "I can't. The Kangaroo is looking at me."
Beautiful Wife: "Well, the kangaroo is in the closet. Why don't you just close the closet door?"
Firstborn: "The closet door is closed. It's still staring at me."
So, the kangaroo is in the living room now.