Monday, February 11, 2008

sunday night, 6:30 p.m.

Chip wakes up as I walk into the bedroom.
Chip: How long have I been asleep?
Me: I don't know - probably half an hour. Were you still awake when I called my mom?
Chip: Yeah, I fell asleep right after I called your mom.
Me: Um, honey, you mean after I called my mom?
Chip: Yes, after I called your mom, I fell asleep.
Me: Let's try this again. I called my mom and talked to her. You were sleeping.
Chip: Exactly. I called your mom and then I fell asleep.
Me: Sweetie, you never spoke to my mom.
Chip: ......Oh. Yes. I see.

And not to let you think that he's the only one losing his marbles: later, we were getting situated in bed and I moved the remote three times. Each time poor Chip placed the remote within easy grasp, I would pick it up and put it at the foot of the bed. FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER. I didn't even realize I was doing it until the third time, when Chip started to laugh.

We are tired, yo.

4 comments:

Pickles & Dimes said...

Heh heh.

Jason always mans the remote in bed, and then forgets about it, falls asleep, and at some point in the middle of the night, rolls over on top of the remote so the volume goes up to 100.

I estimate my lifespan has been shortened a good nine years because of this.

emily said...

i got a good belly chuckle over this one!! too funny!

Artemisia said...

Three times? I would have been laughing my butt right of at you there, missy.

stacie d said...

I can't wait to see how many marbles are lost once the baby is here! Talk about tired!!