Seven-year-old Joey likes to play guessing games.
Each evening, when I put the kids to sleep there’s this period of time they’ve named “hugs and kisses time”. Joey and Jacob share a room, however they alternate going to sleep in the master bedroom, and my husband or I move that child when we go to sleep- so that they are in seperate rooms and actually go to sleep instead of giggling until the wee hours of the morning! Ben has his own room, so I make the rounds to 3 different rooms, give the “hugs and kisses” and talk about each child’s day with him.
Joey always asks me to guess what he did during recess. He has 3 recesses, so I generally say, “Soccer, kickball, catch”. He will laughingly respond, “You mixed up the order and got two wrong; it was kickball, allumination, punchball!”
Lately, he’s started asking to guess things about me, and guessing my breakfast and lunch has become a standard part of his “hugs and kisses time”. It goes something like this:
Me: For breakfast I had oatmeal, yogurt, or Kashi cerial.
Joey: Oatmeal
Me: Nope, Yogurt!
Both of us: Laughter!!!
After guessing both my breakfast and lunch, he sometimes asks to guess what time I’ll be going to sleep. I always give the choices of, “10, 11, or 12″
Tonight, he guessed 11, and I told him he was right.
So what am I doing fully dressed in front of the computer over an hour later?
I wonder if he thinks I always go to bed the time I tell him that I intend to.
I hope he never finds this blog when he grows older:)
And now… Good night!