your eye was fine

Overheard downstairs from Grayson upstairs after we put you little misters/monsters to bed tonight:

"Daddy, what are toenails for?"

< long pause >

"Can I have another zurbert and a rice krispie treat?"

 < long pause >

"I need a Band-Aid."

< short pause >

"For my eye."

For the record... he told you they were for climbing trees and I don't know if he came through on the zurbert, but I do know we have not had any rice krispie treats in the house for a while, and I do know your eye was fine.

And for more of the record. Jack's post-being-tucked in...

1: needed to poop - he just peed though.

2: needed some water

3: was too hot

4: needed to poop - fo' realz this time. 

5: needed to pee again.

And then after a really long quiet time which had us thinking maybe you'd finally gotten the idea that it was bedtime, you both demanded he come say some spontaneous prayers with you, which he would never refuse and you probably knew. 

Grayson prayed it would be tomorrow already so he could play with a new toy, and thanked God for all of the good things in the world. And flowers. 

(Jack said pretty much the same things as Grayson.)

Good. Night!