Confessions

This morning, after hearing Elijah's early pleas for his "Mama" to "come in my woom," I responded as her substitute and checked on our toddler. He first informed me that my boxers were inappropriate attire by telling me that "You need to put on some pants."

Then he proceeded to narrate last night's events. "I ask mama to get my Snoopy."

This I knew, but then he proceeded to spill the beans about his late night exploits.

"And I play with my Noah's ark," pointing at the toy atop his shelf next to his bed. "But not for too long," he assures me.