Yesterday I had to practically shake Mason to wake him up in the morning. (As a side note I would like to apologize to my parents for being such a terrible person to wake up. I am sure you wanted to kill me on most school mornings!) Today, I went in to wake him and when I opened the door to his room he was sitting up in bed, wide awake mind you, with his book in his lap. I asked him what he was doing and he replied, "just readin." See picture.



At lunch today Trisha texted me to tell me that "my son was being hilarious today" I was so excited to find out what he did to be so funny. At lunch he was done eating but was hanging out at the table while the other kids finished. All of a sudden he said "What was that?"
Trisha: "I don't know,what?"
Mason: "It was my tummy! It said bank you for the b-nana!!
A few mintues when by and...
Mason: "What was that?"
Trisha: again, "I don't know, what?"
Mason: "It was my tummy! It said it wants corn"!

This evening he had been in bed a while, and pretty quiet so I thought he was falling asleep. It had been over an hour since he went to bed and I went up to check on him. He was sitting up in bed with several stuffed animals, a book, his laser sword (lighted up and flashing) and his train and train track. I was pretty mad at him and he knew it. The bad part was he felt so horrible. He was instatnly sad, asked me if he could get out of bed to put the toys back, and then...he did it. I couldn't help but laugh under my breath. He is really an amazing child. He is sensitive and sweet and tells us he loves us all the time. If a ripped book is the worst problem we have, we'll take it.