Alden and I made smores this afternoon. David was napping, so I passed them under his nose when they came out of the oven, but he didn't budge. So, I wrapped one up for later. Now, he's up, reading in bed. Alden wanted to take him his smore, but I said no, I don't want crumbs in the bed. Alden was surprised that Daddy "could not" eat in bed. I said, "no, Daddy can pretty much do what he wants, but it doesn't mean it's a good idea."
Alden: "REALLY??? Daddy can do WHATEVER he wants???"
me: "Yep, pretty much."
Alden: "Like, if he wanted to, could Daddy go by himself to Chuck E. Cheese at night?"
me: "Yep."
Alden: "Wow. You know Mom, when I'm old, I'm going to go to Chuck E. Cheese at night!"
