Jude got sent home from preschool sick today. This means he's been alternately weepy sleepy feverish and yinky playful mischievous when the children's Ibuprofen starts working.
Since the Christmas tree is up, I have to run interference during the latter. It took all of ten minute for him to turn off the power supply to the lights on the tree, take a stool from the kitchen, bring it to the living room and unplug all ten Hallmark light and sound ornaments from the stand of lights from various locations around the tree!
He then moved to the Nativity set and I put my foot down. "Jude, you can't play with the Nativity set!" I told him, "If you break it, Daddy will be very upset. That was your Grammy's from when Daddy was a boy."
Thankfully he stopped playing with it, but that was not the last we heard on the topic. At dinner tonight, he told Chris and Karenna, "We don't play with Daddy's Jesus Christ Superstar action figures. They were Grammy's from when Daddy was a little boy."
I know, I know. Jesus Christ Superstar action figures are really more of an Easter tradition. It's hard to explain to a pre-schooler.