Yesterday we celebrated the birthday of our great nation.
I'm not sure the Yoys grasp the concept of the holiday, but they do understand it means fireworks, staying up late, and eating normally banned food substances like jelly bellies and chocolate covered rice crispy treats (yes, please!).
After eight, long hours at Mr. Yoy's office, we had finally packed everyone up and headed home.
Big E began to doze off about ten minutes into our drive.
His head slumped forward.
PHEW. HE'S ASLEEP!
Bedtime was going to be a breeze. Relief flooded my tired body.
LITTLE E, WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF THE NIGHT?
And like a zombie child, Big E awoke from the dead to answer the question.
Fascinating. This kid is exhausted, but he is also very alarmed that he is going to miss a nugget of what is going on.
I turned around and Big E had reverted back to a dead body.
ARE YOU EXCITED TO GO TO THE DOCTOR TOMORROW AND GET SOME SHOTS? (not a true statement, mostly just for baiting)
Big E lifted his head and briefly objected to going to the doctor for shots.
Wow, this is quite a talent and will be ever so useful in the future.
After that we let him sleep off his day.