Sunday, January 18, 2009
I went to Lewis' bed yesterday to change his sheets and found the following:
a tee shirt
16 stuffed animals
2 handheld games
a "sniffer" aka a shirt that I've worn that Lewis keep on his bed so he can sniff my smell
and, in my opinion, the BEST
a TROPHY, under his pillow
He sleeps on the top bunk and it's like his little man cave
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Last week Lewis performed a forbidden "trade" on the bus. The driver gets peeved when the kids play with toys on the bus and doesn't allow trading Pokemon cards. In Lewis' trade, he scored a little Pokemon stuffed animal,called Pikachu, for a mere one card. I sent Lewis to school the next day to do a trade-back but the other kid wouldn't budge. So Lewis has yet another little buddy, which he adores. Pikachu has its own language that, coincidentally, Lewis is able to translate. A few
days ago, Lewis told me that the following day was Pika's birthday. I *just so happened* to be at the grocery store so I got a birthday cookie cake for the occasion. I asked Lewis how old Pika is and he said whatever age candle I had would be Pika's age. We sang, we ate, we had precious moments! Happy Birthday Dear Pika!
The Lawyer, who is a suspicious character by nature, actually accused me of staging a birthday party as blog fodder! She badgered me and badgered me to assign a percentage of how much was fodder and how much was just my sweet nature. I pleaded the 5th. Let's hope I live a long and healthy life, dear readers, because the Lawyer would be such a NASTY single mother to my precious little children.