“Nooooo…I don’t waaaaant.”
This is how L responds to anything I say that’s even slightly distasteful these days.
A few examples from today.
- I went to get him from school and he started to cry when I walked in the room. His teacher was really concerned and asked what the problem was. He “just didn’t want (to go home).”
- Jill and Ang came for lunch today and they both brought their babies.
He “didn’t want (to leave Stella alone when she got tired, to leave all of the action when it was time to take a nap, or to take a nap - even with the bribe of going to the baseball game if he napped well).”
- L did take a nap so he got to go to the game - in style no less. AJ’s grandfather’s navy (?) buddies are in town for their reunion and they had one of the four dugout suites for the occasion. We were right next to third base at field level. Baseball games will never be this cool for L ever again. It was an interesting evening. The vets may be old, and they may need someone to bring them drinks and cookies, but they’re still feisty. A couple of them yelled at the people in the next dugout over because they were standing up and our peeps couldn’t see home plate. It got pretty comical. So, I’m not sure if it was the thrill of the game or the people watching that L enjoyed most, but naturally when it came time to leave, he “didn’t want (to go home).”
And frankly, neither did I, really. I think I could live in the suite we had. It was air conditioned and the dugout part was even shaded with a nice little breeze. Seriously, what more could a girl want? Unfortunately E was having a hard time getting to sleep so it had to be done. And maybe I had already eaten waaay too many brownies and cookies so I needed to sneak out before anyone noticed. Or maybe not. (Click pics for more.)





