As Trey was helping me plan my outfit for 80s day at school tomorrow, Keaton made suggestions about what I should wear and how I should wear it. Then he took a piece of fabric we were thinking of using as a belt, and had me tie it around him to be his belt. It looked more like a sarong.
Next, he got a hot dog lunchable out of the refrigerator, tossed it at me, and barked, "Heat that up for me." After I recovered from my shock, I tossed it right back to him and said, "No."
So he picked it up, handed it to me politely and said, "May you please heat up my lunchable, Mommy?"
"I'd be happy to," I replied.
Then he began joyously shouting something about a "pic-a-nick" and making dozens of trips from the pantry to my room carrying things like poptarts, oreos, and gummies.
Trey asked me, "What's he doing?"
"Something we'll have to clean up later, I'm sure," I replied.
And so goes another quiet evening at the Hickman house.
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