One Smart Boy

Most nights our kids go to bed without any problem, but every once in a while they try to pull a fast one on us. The other night, we put the kids in bed and sat down to watch the Jazz game. A couple of minutes into the game I heard toys rattling around in the basement. Spencer went to check it out and, sure enough, Davis was playing with his new Geo Trax. Spence put Davis in bed and told him it was time to go to sleep. A couple of minutes later, he peeked his little face around the corner at the top of the stairs.

Being the sucker he is sometimes, Spence told Davis to come sit with him for a while. This is where Davis' little brain kicked in big time. After asking Spence what color the Jazz guys were wearing and figuring out who was who, he started in sucking up to his dad by saying:

"Dad, the Jazz is the best movie ever!"
"I love the Jazz!"
"Oh great, they threw the basket in the hoop again."
"Oh, no. They need to make it so the other guys can't make a basket."
"Go Jazz."
"Dad, me and you like to watch the Jazz together."

This went on for a good fifteen minutes before Davis had to go back to bed again and he was pleased as punch that he stayed up late and watched part of the game with his dad. His dad was pleased as punch that Davis acted interested in the game. I laughed at them both the whole time.

I sure love my boys.