Ping Pong

As a parent, you come up with new ways to get things done.  Time is precious.  Energy is fleeting.  Lately I’ve noticed James and I are also getting more clever.  It goes something like this…

From the living room I hear: “Jakey, take this to Mama.  Take this to Mama!”  (The sound of little footsteps running…)

“Oh wow, thank you Jacob!  A dirty sock.  Wow thank you.”  (Mommy really needs to get dressed for work.)  “Jake.  Where’s Dada?  Go find Dada.”  (Quick, throw on my pants.  Run to the bathroom to put on my make-up.  A few moments of peace.)

“Jakey.  Tell Mama to brush your teeth.”  (Slap mascara on.  Deoderant.)  “Oh hi Jake.  Where’s your ball?  Go find your ball.”  (Get to the kitchen.  Put my tea in a travel cup.)

(Without warning, he’s back.)  “Mama’s almost ready.  Take this to Dada in the bedroom.  Take this to Dada.”

“What is this?!  Trash?  Why would Dada want this?”  (It’s not trash exactly, it’s just the wrapper from my tea bag.)

Later that night I find the “trash” stuffed into my pillowcase.  Maybe James will find a dirty sock in his…