K walked in while I was changing this morning, and gave a little shriek at my giant belly. "Can you give me some privacy while I change, please?" I asked. (Actually, I don't care about privacy. I just didn't want the commentary.)
He went away, but returned a minute later carrying a small stool and two items from his doctor's kit. "This band is only for nude people," he announced. "Now you clap and say WOO!" After I complied, he sang a song while banging on his improvised drum. Then he instructed me to clap and yell, "Bravo!"
He ran out of the room again as I finished changing. He left the door open a little and through the crack, I could see his pajamas go flying across the hall. (He never seems to be able to take them off like a normal person. He always hurls them as far away as he can get them.) Then he returned and it was my turn to play the drums for him while he jumped on the bed. Finally I managed to get him dressed and there was no more audience for the band for nude people. I like the concept, though.
Who needs the Red Hot Chili Peppers when K's in the house! Awesome.
ReplyDeleteP also throws clothes, and FREAKS out once they're off her body and does not want to put them in the dirty clothes herself. It is drama, every time, as she tries to persuade one of us to put them up for her. High drama, much eye-rolling.
Hehe that is hilarious!!
ReplyDeleteK doesn't throw clothes because he doesn't want dirty clothes near him. He just enjoys throwing things.
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