Backstory: 1) Owen generally wants us to start a new show before the first one is even done. He knows when it’s ending and says “More rocket!” or whatever show it is that he wants. 2) Tom gets up with Owen on the weekends so I can sleep in (which really just means wake up around my normal time, but leisurely, without having to get Owen, change the diaper, etc.).
So this morning I was up (7:30) just laying there waking up, when I hear our bedroom door open and I figure it’s Tom. Nope, I hear “More rocket! More rocket!”
I was still a bit groggy so tried to get Owen to climb in our bed to watch. “NOOOOOO!!! More rocket!” And he was very adamant. He came over and took my finger and pulled me out of bed and dragged me down the hall—all while I was wondering where Tom was that he wasn’t able to stop Owen.
Yeah, he was downstairs getting Owen his snack. And had only been gone a minute or to. But Owen was smart enough to figure where I was and knew I could get him what he wanted so he wouldn’t have to wait for Tom to get back.
Stinker.