BOSH TOSH

Who needs a lick spoon...or a backsplash for that matter?

I have some very sorry news.

I have looked at the 3am side of it.

The 3:20am side of it.

The 3:43am side of it.

And the 4am side of it.

The Pirate is behaving like Pan.

Peter Pan.

He bosses us around.

He has tantrums.

And worst of all.

Oh so very worst of all.

He holds mothers in contempt.

One mother in particular.


See? Now I am pausing. The 4am side of things is ...I can't even think of a word and I'm usually so clever at 4am.

Instead I sit here and listen to a little mousey scratch on the other side of the wall and want to remind myself to tell Mr. Right that earlier this evening I was definately Mrs. Right.

And now it's 4:29am.

I think the 4:30am side of things will look better.

Waiting...

Ah yes, I was right.

The answer is to behave like Wendy Girl when Peter banished her to Nowhereland.

She broke the imaginary French doors which banished her, with an imaginary boulder and then being careful of the imaginary shards of glass she came back thru from Nowhereland and told Pan, "Bosh tosh."

Bosh Tosh.

I feel better already.

Anyway, I'm not really banished you know.

At 4am I was up because I felt despondent.

But originally I was up at 3am because there was a silent commotion which woke me from my slumber.

It was the movement of a Pirate sneaking into my room with his pillow and blanket.

Without saying a word he quietly settled in and two minutes later was breathing deep.

Safe, sound and all cozied up on the floor by his mother.