I’ve been under the weather all day, but I have to work tonight. I’ve been in bed for the last three hours, awake, watching TV.
My nine-year-old has had complete access to me. My door is open. My eyes have been open.
I got up out of bed to go to the bathroom, and guess what? knock-knock-knock
“Um, next time you go to the store, can you get popcorn?”
It’s like a little alarm goes off in their heads that causes them to come up with the strangest questions that must be answered as soon as you sit down on the toilet.