Max Is Coming To Spend the Night
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Max said I thought there would be more people. His Mom said like who? And he said I thought one more person. And his Mom asked me? And he snuggled into his Mommy, and she hugged him, and he had to go home. So he did not spend the night at all, which means everyone got sleep including Max, who loves his nest at home with his fifty stuffed animals. They will be back later this morning, however, as his big brother, Jack, who is eleven, spent the night.
Max is coming to spend the night. I am over the moon about it, him being my grandson.
We have tried this two or three other times. It has never worked out. He was younger then.
He is four-years and nine days today, and it is his idea. He is coming after his nap.
I smile imagining all the crazy, silly stuff we will do. We will not be outside. It is too wet.
We could clean the porch. I know he would love that. I would let him spray the Windex.
Use a soap bucket, and sudsy water. He loves making a big fat mess.
We could stay inside and poke around the junk drawers. I have plenty of them.
Magic markers? Matches? Knives? I have given away most of the toys; they never interested him.
We have boxes we could paint, and we could make a fort with all the blankets and pillows.
Why do I not have glue? Four year olds LOVE to glue stuff. I have tape. I will have to find it, and quickly.
He will not want to eat anything. He is always too busy to eat. I wrack my brain trying to think what else I need to do to get ready.
My husband says “Don’t worry. We will end up taking him home anyway.”
But he is four now, I argue, knowing Grandpa is probably right.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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