O Happy Night!

It was the moment Clare has been waiting for since Grandpa put the bunk beds together in February. So, okay, the rest of us have been eagerly awaiting it, too. Danny finally held up his end of the bargain and succeeded on the potty. He slept in his bunk beds the last two nights by himself, and now that it's not a school night he and Clare are having a slumber party.

Both kids have been excitedly chatting about this sleepover all day. It was the first thing Clare asked me this morning when I got her up for school, and Danny even told the checkout clerk at Publix about it. And yet, this was the conversation in the car on the way home from the library this afternoon:

Danny: Clayer? Clayer? I want to ask you something!

Clare (attempting to have an eyes-closed rest): (long pause) What do you want to ask me?

Danny: Will you talk to me at bedtime?

Clare: No!

Danny: Awwwww, Clayer! Puhleez?

Clare: (disgruntled sigh)

Me: Clare, what's the point of a slumber party if you don't chat for a bit?

Clare: But everything he says is too random!

Toward the end of the ride, she grudgingly agreed to talk to him for a bit. Once bedtime actually rolled around, she was fully back on the Danny bandwagon, and we listened to them giggle, howl, and chat for about 30 minutes. It's so much fun to listen to your kids having fun.


Ever since Danny did the deed two days ago, he's been telling me that he's "bigger, stronger and taller." That's definitely true of him in his sister's estimation, anyway.