A Clock and a Mirror

“What time do you think it is?” I asked Thatch when he started demanding breakfast this morning. I stayed up way too late watching Dexter last night. (It’s not insomnia if you don’t admit it’s insomnia. It’s just “staying up too late”)

He tilted his head to the side and decided “Seven six. I hungy mama!”  There wasn’t really any good number he could say since the number it was when I got in the bed was so small.

“Whew! I sure hope not. The covers are real nice, Thatch. Wanna snuggle?” I tried to lure him in with Mommy charm, batting my lids and smiling with the promise of a thousand crayons this afternoon but his tummy was more colorful in his mind.

“It’s good morning! I want mini wheats!” the tiny tyrant insisted.

“We need a clock in here.” I told Thatch. It was certainly rather bright in his room this morning but I had no way of knowing if he was getting me up at five am or ten. By the time we got downstairs to find out what time it was it would be too late.

“andrrmirror” he responded.

“what?” I asked him

“I need a clock and  a mirror in here.” he told me as though he’d been giving it a lot of thought.  A mirror??

“Yeah.” I laughed. “A clock and a mirror would do wonders in here.” I tried to start sitting up so my body could start waking up enough to make him some toast and cereal.

“That clock is no good.” he gestured up toward the ceiling by the door. “It bwinking and no letters on it”

“You’re right. That’s a terrible clock.” I yawned. “It’s a smoke detector.”

“For dinner time?” he asked me innocently.

“hahahahahahah! Yeah. In some houses. (our houses) A dinner bell.”

“I’m hungy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” 

July 15, 2009