It's a long drive and rarely a fun drive. The snacks
Or at least not for a long time.
Little Dude was tired. This does not surprise me. I see the work he brings home daily. I swear his classroom kills a tree every.single.day! Rain forests, I apologize!
We get to the husband's work. We're waiting in the car because it's raining, just like it has been all week. Sigh...
GG starts asking Little Dude what he's doing. She likes to strike up conversations when he just wakes up. It's never pretty. My boy is like his momma - don't speak to him for at least a half hour after waking. Time of day is irrelevant!
I turn around to hush her because the last thing I need is them fighting. When I look at my Little Dude, he's chewing something. I ask him to open his mouth. His tongue is covered with little specks of blue.
The little monster ate a flippin crayon! He's 5! What 5 year old does this?!?
Maybe he was dreaming about food? I'm not sure, but he doesn't remember a bit of it. In fact, he adamantly denies the whole incident! I, for one, will remember that for a long time!
Until next time....