Those Crazy Kids

It's been a crazy week here.  I've been gone each night this week.  Justin was on bedtime duty with the kids.

The night before last, Jaxson asked Justin if he could have pat-pat on a spoon. 

(Translation:  pat-pat is brown sugar.  Jaxson has dubbed it pat-pat since he was little.  When we would make cookies and use brown sugar, we would have to pat-pat it down in the measuring cup.)

Jaxson informed Justin that I give him pat-pat on a spoon sometimes.

{No.  No I do not give my child any kind of sugar on a spoon.}

But it worked and Justin gave Jax some pat-pat on a spoon and he was happy.

Last night, Justin was gone so it was my turn on bedtime duty.

Jax:  My tummy needs pat-pat.

Me:  No, you are not getting pat-pat.

Jax:  No, MY TUMMY needs pat-pat.  (rubbing his belly.)

Me:  (Sighing.)  Jaxson's tummy:  You do not need pat-pat.

Jax:  Maybe later?

Me:  No.  Not at all.

And when helping me vacuum, one must war a baseball cap backwards to complete the process. 

If only that stupid popper would actually vacuum, we'd be in business!