Friday, November 21, 2008
Bedtime.
It's Tuesday night, 10:00. Brooks is awake in his room, playing, singing, reading books, anything but sleeping. Time for an intervention.
Erin: Brooks, it's time for bed.
Brooks: No mom, I'm awake, I'm awake!
E: It's so late, time for bed.
B: It's morning, I'm awake.
E: It's not morning silly, let's take a look out the window. . . it looks pretty dark to me.
B: It's not dark. Look, the beatiful colors of the sunset are up.
E: Really?
B: And the pretty, pretty clouds too.
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5 comments:
What a crack-up! We miss Brooks! And, we are barely surviving without his mom! Love you guys!
lol. I love that story. What an expressive kid he is...love it!
thats one cute conversation :)
good one Brooks, anything to get out of bed...smart kid!
I love all of his adjectives. So cute.
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