I put him down for a nap late this morning, and tooled around the house doing some work while I waited for him to wake up. I still haven’t figured out what happened, but I must have been in some sort of time warp as he woke up a few years older than he was when he conked out this morning.

I was just about to take a shower and then wake him up when I heard him trying to open his bedroom door. I went to say hello and received the most serious “look” from him after I cracked the door a bit. He was tired looking, but also seemed to be parsing 10 different things while he gave me a once-over. A bit later, I was in the kitchen making us lunch and blurted out to him to ’stop making noise’ (he was messing around in the living room making a general commotion). He came into the kitchen, looked up at me, furrowed his eyebrows, and said, “I was singing.” I didn’t understand him at first but then he said it again.

To say I felt like a punk is an understatement. I so readily ask him to quiet down without bothering to figure out what he is doing, which is a personality trait that is as rude as it is selfish, that I am sure that I have made a similar mistake a hundred times over. I immediately squatted down and apologized, asking him to sing some more. He started again and my heart sank, “Daddy-daddy-daddy…” It was both beautiful and convicting.

Sheesh.

Enough with the sap, now on to his lunch fare. I made us a sandwich that he was quite unlikely to try, let alone eat: Romaine, cucumbers, tomatoes, mozzarella, fresh pepper, and a little mayo, all on a dark German wheat bread (slightly toasted, of course, to make the cheese ever so soft), with a helping of carrot sticks on the side. I think it is a fantastic lunch and was quite looking forward to eating it all after Caleb was sure to not even try a bite.

He ate the whole thing! Not just the cheese portions that were protruding outside of the bread, and not the pieces he pretended to eat (and then spit out with a very dramatic fake gag), but the whole thing. He even ate all of his carrots!

…I think I am going to make him take a late morning nap every Friday…