This morning I was sitting in the music room with Alexander. We're all decorated for Christmas (and by "all" I mean "lightly" because...I just had a baby and didn't do much decorating this year) and Alexander thinks this is thrilling.
He's quite bossy when it comes to having the Christmas lights be on or off (on; they must always be on). He's also obsessed with turning off the other lights in the house so that we can bask in the glow of the Christmas lights. He calls it his "Christmas vibe."
So we were sitting in the music room this morning, with the Christmas tree turned on, and he was having a wonderful time. And then the clouds parted and the sun came out and...
"Alexa! Turn off the music room!" he snapped at our Echo (which the lamps in our music room can communicate with). Nothing happened, so he turned to me in a panic.
"Mom! Can you turn off the lights?"
"Baby, that's the sunshine!" I told him (funny how quickly we forget the sunshine after a series of rainy days). "I can't turn off the sunshine."
"But my Christmas viiiiiiiiiiiibe!" he howled.
He was in bit of a mood this morning, having been up brainstorming in the middle of the night.
Or something. I don't know what he was doing.
All I know is that I was up working on the Christmas newsletter late last night when he wandered into my room—past midnight—looking a little lost.
"What's up, buddy?" I asked.
"I have a joke," he said sleepily.
"You have...a joke?" I repeated.
"Yeah. Why did the..." he paused for a big yawn. "Why did the sheep cross the road?"
"I don't know," I said. "Why?"
"To get the the baaaaaar-ber shop!"
I gave him a little giggle.
"That's all," he told me. "Good night."
"Good night," I said.
And with that he turned around and went back to his bed.
Me: Good night.
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