Last night I was watching the new season of Top Chef and
Carlos came out and sat down so I told him about the show. I looked over and he
was out. I said:
“What’cha doin’ sleepy?”
“I’m not sleepy. I was listening to you.”
“What did I say?”
“They’re cooking something …”
And this started a conversation we have quite often where
Carlos falls asleep and I tell him that means he’s tired and should go to bed,
and he, like a kid, says he’s not tired and wants to stay up a bit longer.
“Go to bed!”
So off he went at about 10PM and I followed about a half
hour later; he was out like a light, a slight snore—either from him or Rosita—filled
the room.
This morning, over breakfast, he says:
“I was tired last night. I’m glad I went to bed early.”
“You WENT to bed? I TOLD you to go to bed.”
“I don’t recall it like that.”
He’s such a child. |