I am just the messenger

 

I was blogging yesterday, and Joseph came over to me with a juice box. 

He proceeded to squeeze it, shooting juice out of the straw and all over the carpet, while yelling, “It’s going pee pee!  It’s going pee pee!”

So.

I figured that maybe this was a cry for my attention.

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Shutting the laptop, I asked him what he wanted to do.  (Game? Coloring? Play doh?)

He replied “Watch me jump on this chair while i wear my batman mask and jump this tiny rope?”

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So, I did.

I sat and stared at him for at least 10 minutes.

Which made me wonder, when was the last time I sat and just stared at him for this long?

(And, more importantly, when did someone sit and stare at ME for this long?)

(Okay, that’s not MORE important.  I was just mentioning it.)

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Then, I asked him if I should take his picture.

And he said, “Of course!”

and  “After that, Mama, we look at these pictures on your computer.”

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So, here you go:

Joseph jumping on the chair in his batman

mask “jumping” a tiny rope.

 

 

 

Riveting.

(what? It’s a slow blog day!)