I woke up this morning at 3:30 AM. PRE-Daylight Savings Time, as I hadn't changed my bedroom clock before I went to bed. I've been at this long enough to tell when I am really, really awake, so I got up. I puttered around with paperwork and didn't realize we'd had a time change until I was nearly late for church.
So after lunch, when I sat down to read for a bit, I fell asleep.
I woke up to a little face next to mine. "Gamma! I wanna play da Skylanders game."
Groggily, I gave him the response I often gave to what I considered to be unreasonable requests from the girls: "And I want a million dollars."
Puzzled, "Why do you want a million dollars?"
More alert. "If I had a million dollars we could buy a house at the beach, and we could stay there all summer! Wouldn't that be amazing?"
Squeaker got excited. "My Mom has a million dollars! It's in da penny jar!"
Muffling a snort, I told him to go tell her we needed a million dollars and why.
Don't judge me. It gave me time to wake up and face a tarted-up game of Pop-o-Matic fake-Trouble or whatever-the-heck noisy thing Squeaker wanted me to do for the next hour.
He was a little disappointed to learn that the penny jar doesn't hold a million dollars. But we tied at Skylanders, so it was all good.
Some time later Curlygirl came over and asked, "What did you need $50 for? He said something about leaving for the beach?" I told her I'd asked for a million. She didn't even blink. She remembers how ridiculous I am. Ah, breaking in the next gen.