Let me set the scene..because this part is crucial...
While we were taking our routine 3-4 mile bike ride after dinner, Josh fell asleep in the trailer. We get home and he won't even wake up enough to get himself out. Tim picks him up and hands him to me and he is literally snoring in my ear. Now, it is 8:00pm = bath time, so between Tim and I we are trying everything under the sun to get Josh to wake up so we can give him a bath. Tim tells Josh to stand up on our bed so he can get him undressed, (his eyes are still closed), and Josh falls back like dead weight on the bed. He thinks this is funnier than the time kitty got his tongue stuck in his collar (which was yesterday, so his time frame for entertainment is short...I mean, he IS 2). Like a light switch, JOSH IS AWAKE....and wound tighter than a top. He is bare ass naked, jumping around, flailing his arms, kicking his legs, shaking his boy bits, bobbing his head back and forth and side to side, bug-eyed, "singing" in a language humans are unaware of....it was definitely not English....he stops dead in his tracks, panting...
Josh: "That was Lady GaGa."
Well....now we know what to look out for.
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