It's pajama day at Tarzan's preschool today. They get to wear PJ's to school, bring a sleeping bag and pillow, watch movies, and eat popcorn and homemade pizza. How cool is that? I don't remember getting to do that in school. He "got dressed" in his school pajamas at 7:00am, and has been running around the house like a crazy person all morning in anticipation. Ah, to be three again.
On a more existential note, Scooby came downstairs a couple of nights ago shortly after going to bed, in tears because he was "thinking about that, when I'm dead? I'll never ever ever be alive ever again. And it makes me sad." Well, hell, it makes me sad too! So I gave him the speech about being with Jesus when he dies, and that everyone he loves will be with him forever when they die, and besides it won't happen for a long long time, probably, because Mommy and Daddy love him so much and will take very good care of him. Then we snuggled for a couple minutes, and he went to bed.
I, however, didn't sleep for a long time.