Scene: Sunday night in the parental bedroom. The lamp on the nightstand is on. I’m at the computer. Marc is laying in bed watching Tv. Seth is screwing around with the lamp.

Lisa: “Seth, stop trying to touch the lightbulb. Please leave the lamp alone.”
Seth: Silent. Undeterred, still trying to touch the lightbulb.
Lisa: “SSSeeeettttthhhh. Stop trying to touch the lightbulb.”
Seth: Silent. Stops a moment to give me a blank look. Starts again.
Lisa: “Seth. STOP trying to TOUCH THE DAMN LIGHTBULB!”
Marc: “What’s he doing?”
Lisa: “The child keeps trying to touch the bulb.”
Marc: (Not looking away from the TV) “Seth. Its hot. Don’t touch it.”
Seth. Undeterred. Finally touches Light bulb.
Seth: “OUCH! Dat’s HHHOTTTT. It HUUURTTTTSS. AWWWWHHHHH”
Marc: “Yes! Its hot! It hurts! That’s what happens when you try to touch a light bulb!

5 minues later….

Seth: Trying to touch the lightbulb.
(Begin whole sequence again…..)

This is why Mommy drinks. (And before you call DCFS on me know that I don’t drink or even take Benadryl, Tylenol PM or migraine meds if I am taking care of my child. I do what everyone else does. I slip a little Nyquil in his Kool-Aid and when he passes out, then I have my fun.)

(JUST KIDDING about the Nyquil part.)