I should be sleeping now. After staying up till 3 a.m. last night (which is the subject of another post for later), I was intent on getting to bed early tonight.
The boys went out to do some late evening shopping, leaving me with the Queen. We watched Tom & Jerry. We watched Scooby Doo. It was time for bed.
“Can I sleep with you until Daddy comes home?”
“Can you be quiet and go to sleep?” I ask this knowing that she’s going to say yes, but also knowing the actual answer is no. We get jammyfied and settle in. Five minutes later, I’m giggling uncontrollably because she has talked continuously.
She gets quiet for just a moment. Then she tells me about her day. My four-year-old has a Nemesis. Nemesis is another four-year-old at the babysitter’s. I don’t know why she’s a Nemesis, but you can clearly tell in the tone of my daughter’s voice when she talks about her. She gleefully recounts that Nemesis did not get to play in the playroom today.
“Nemesis* gives me a headache. She calls me a wacko, and it gives me a headache,” says the Queen, in a very put-upon tone. How all that drama fits into a four year old, I will never know.
“Mmm hmmm,” I say drowsily, hoping to convince her that I’m falling asleep.
“You know what, Mom? We have to do what God says. God and Jesus.”
“Mmm hmmm.” *short pause*
“They’re brothers, right? God and Jesus?”
I can’t help but giggle. “Jesus is God’s son.” I’m still trying for a drowsy tone.
“I knew that. I just forgot that part.”
“When is Grandma coming back?”
“Ask your Grandpa.”
“Not my Papaw. He’s your dad.”
“No. Your Papaw won’t know when Grandma is coming back.”
“I saw your mom once.”
“When did you see my mom?”
“You showed me a picture once.”
“Oh. Yeah. She looked a lot like you.”
“Yeah…but a little taller than me.” More giggles from me. Giggles from her.
“Bubby and Aunt Bobbi are the same tall.” My sister is fairly short–and while my son isn’t quite as tall as she is, from the Queen’s perspective, it’s too close to call.
“They’re almost the same tall, yes.”
“But you’re taller. You’re the same tall as Dad.” I decide not to quibble about the 3 or 4 inches in height that separates me and Chris.
And with that, the Queen had said her piece. A minute later, she was snoring softly.
I should be asleep right now. But I needed to capture this moment.