Last night, as I was putting Eli to bed, he decided he wanted to be a ham sandwich. He buried himself under layers of pillows and blankets (mayo, mustard, bread, etc). Then he wanted me to pretend to take a bite of him so he could explode with laughter.
The thing about Eli is that he likes to take a joke all the way to the very end. After a few bites of ham sandwich, I was ready to be done. The lights were off, I sang my song, and the monitor was on - which of course means the neighbors were listening.
Eli, not wanting the ham sandwich to be shelved, started insisting that I keep playing. I told him good night. Then he decided to start yelling, "EAT ME! EAT ME!" I told him good night again closed the door. "EAT ME! EAT ME!" This went on for several minutes.
I couldn't keep myself from snickering at the inappropriateness of this comment, though under the circumstances, it was completely innocent. But the monitor was listening (before you think I'm crazy, read my past blog about overhearing the neighbor's conversations on our monitor).
There was no disapproving note on my door this morning. Which is fortunate, so I don't have to be tempted to return a note that says, "eat me". (I don't know where these kids get it!?)
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