We got up and at it early this morning. Got the trash out, all the Bigs dressed and moving on the day's work immediately after. We cranked the radio and let the Littles sleep in while we worked. It was awesome. Even the Bigs were impressed once they were fully awake. We were about two hours into lessons when Jase came staggering into the living room...
"Morning, love. Did you pee in my bed?" (It's a ritual. I've learned that sometimes you just have to ask.)
"No. But I killed a tick. It was on my head. Can I have candy?"
All movement in the room came to a halt. We stared at him. Hard. I'm pretty sure each of us was willing him to be joking.
"You... what? Where?"
"It's in the Hoosier."
"What!? No, the tick. Let's talk about the tick."
"Then can I have candy?" (For the record, this child never has candy first thing in the morning. He doesn't even have candy every day. This doesn't stop him from asking, first thing, every blessed morning of his life. He's a born optimist, I guess.)
"Um, yeah, fine (yeah, I know, but there was a TICK in my BED - it caught me off guard) but first can you show Mommy where the tick is?"
"It's dead. I squished it."
At this point, James can't quite make eye contact with anyone. John and I are fighting the full-body willies and shaking off visions of last Fall's adventure. Jacob is on the floor, howling at the awfulness. The funny, uncomfortable awfulness.
Finally, we convince him to take us to the scene of the critter's so-called demise. Yep, in my bed. Except, there was no body. There was no living tick. Gah, I wish this kid were prone to over-exaggeration or hallucinations. Stripped the bed. Checked the seams. Vacuumed everything. Never found it. I told myself it could have been a fly, or an ant. And we put garlic on the shopping list.
Fire still isn't entirely out of the question...
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
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