An hour into our night of hibernating, which, much to my elation, we agreed was definitely the right thing to do tonight given the snow…
Eric (obviously antsy, while I sit content in my PJs watching TV and drinking wine): “What do you think the Boog is up to?”
Me: “Well, he’s 2. So. I’m pretty sure he’s going to bed.”
Eric: “Do you think he wants to come over and play?”
Me: “No. No I do not.”
Eric: (texting Andrew to see what the Boog is up to)
Eric: “Go shower. We’re going to Flex Mussels with Andrew and Steph.”
So disregard previous post.
He has learned nothing.