Last night I was feeling drained and decided to go to bed early. I let the two big kids come into bed with me, since they were both still awake. We do this sometimes. They love it, and they are usually still and quiet and go right to sleep because they know I will kick them out if they don’t.
So, as we were laying there last night, C piped up, dead serious:
“Mom. Did you know that my feet can talk?”
“They can,” I responded sleepily.
“Yayuhh,” she said.
With that, she brought her foot out of the covers and said, “What do you want?”
“Carrots to eat,” she replied for the foot.
And then she looked at me and said with a straight face, “See?”
As I stifled giggles, David said, “Caroline, can your eyeballs talk?”
“No,” she replied, indignantly, as if anyone would believe such a farce.
Then David started laughing. And I lost it. We laid there and laughed until we cried.
I think I needed that.