Friday nights, Mr. Yoy brings sushi in and then we usually watch a movie. It is our old, married person routine.
Last night Big E was wide awake because I let him take an almost 2 hour nap after school. My bad, I know.
We were all up in our bedroom watching the Braves game and Big E made it clear he wasn't tired. I wasn't in the fighting mood, but I was super starving.
Mr. Yoy told Big E to stay on the bed and don't move.
We snuck downstairs to eat our sushi in peace. I didn't need his grubby little hands touching my dinner.
We only heard him jump down off the bed once (because our house was built in like 7 hours and is a total shack) and then he quickly climbed back up into bed.
We finished dinner and made our way back upstairs. I walked into our bedroom and Big E said with such enthusiasm:
Watch baseball with me, mommy?
I know he was just stalling and desperate to stay up wtih us, but I still found it to be very endearing.
Really, I'm just impressed that he followed directions.
Big E would eat this much sushi, if I let him. Impressive!