Scene: morning; our living room.
Mom: Grant, please go take off your pajamas, get dressed and put your pajamas back in their drawer.
Grant: OK (exits, stage left.)
A few moments go by.
Mom: Grant? Did you get dressed?
Grant: Not yet.
Mom: Get dressed please and put your pajamas away where they go.
Grant: OK
A few more minutes go by.
Mom: Grant? Are you dressed?
Grant: Not yet.
Mom: Please do what I asked you.
Grant: I can’t.
Mom: (close to losing patience) Why not?
Grant: I can’t reach my pajamas.
Mom: They go back in the bottom drawer. Of course you can reach your pajamas. Put them away and get dressed!
Grant: OK.
A few more minutes go by. Grant’s breakfast is ready, but no Grant.
Mom: Grant! Are you ready?
Grant: No! I can’t reach my pajamas…. They are on the wall.
Mom: What do you mean they’re on the wall….? Oh.
There are several scenarios where mom can imagine the PJs getting from the little body to the wall.
I found you via Cindy at The Chicken Coop. You totally crack me up. I love your political views, too. Especially on the OctoMom.
I love the Chicken Coop (and that silly Chicken Lady that writes it.) Thanks for stopping by. 🙂