When I said "go to bed,"
it seemed fairly straightforward in my own head,
but I guess I could have been more clear, now that I really think about it.
A hard directive to understand.
"Why are you not sleeping?"
- "Because I'm just drawing,"
Because I couldn't think of anything else.
And I watched him draw,
and was mesmerized.
- "Why do I have bad dreams, Daddy?"
"Well...have you considered drawing something more peaceful than aliens, bad robots, and sword-wielding soldiers?"
"I'll just draw a cyclops. A cyclops with two eyes."
I strongly believe that you should, at any given point, be within a ten-foot radius of at least one book and a music playback device. Preferably something with a speaker.
Kick out the jams.
THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE ON A WEDNESDAY MORNING:
#1: Can you please turn M.I.A up?
#2: Louder! Louder! Turn M.I.A. up louder...please.