Like today, Max excused himself during dinner to use the bathroom. No sooner did he get in there than he asked, "What are we doing next?"
"Finishing dinner."
"What's after that?"
"Playing phoenixes." (Phoenixes are Reed's recent obsession--we all had to draw one and cut it out so we could play.)
"What's after that?"
"Bath time."
"What's after that?"
"A special family treat." (We made caramel popcorn.)
Lindsay would know better how long this normally goes on, but he continued for several more questions after that before he was satisfied.
2 comments:
Thank you, Sam, for posting. This Max story definitely needed to be posted/remembered. I vote for you to post more often.
That would drive me crazy before too long.
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