…that thinks that just cause he jumps on me in the morning, I’m going to open my eyes.
“I found a bug!” he tells me with a sense of urgency.
“You know how to take care of it.” I try and shrug him off.
“No I don’t.” Lately, he’s really enjoyed practicing the art of argument. I was kind of pleased that he understood the Argument skit from Monty Python when I explained it to him.
“Just get a paper towel or something.” By now, he’s sitting on my pillow practically and I don’t sense him moving in response to my suggestion.
“I don’t see how that’s going to make the weather work.” That response was a little odd, so I crack an eye open to see what’s up with him.
He’s holding an iPhone and eager to show me how the weather app won’t tell him what’s going on in Sunnyvale or NY.
That’s the bug now a days that he wakes me up about…