James snuck out of bed and came downstairs. He does this occasionally when he’s trying to avoid going to bed. Tonight he said something funny instead of his usual “I gotta tell you something. Um. Um. Um. Um. This is my shirt.” Ok. Clear avoidance.
Tonight he was a bit more philosophical in his questioning. “Mom, why are things always changing?”
Um. My answer: “Because things are always staying the same.”
James: “Oohhh. That’s why.”
Then he turned around and went to bed.