Treachery

My 5 year old has outdone himself this week, which is no easy task, as he's the one I tweeted this about with only a hint of sarcasm.

Earlier this week I had woken him up and he was supposed to be getting ready for school. He's a bit of a dawdler (I'm being polite) so I wasn't surprised when I found asleep on the couch.

Poor guy must have been really worn out.

I went in to scoop him up, and immediately felt like Ferris Bueller's dad.

Treachery.

Twenty minutes later the wife and I found him laughing under his bed. He wasn't afraid that he was in trouble, he couldn't comprehend that he'd be in trouble because he was just so amazed at how much "fun" we were all having.

Naturally, he ended the week with another strong showing.

Is he the Omen? No. Hopeless? Doubtful. The next Dennis the Menace? I'm not ruling it out.

P.S. As I was writing this, he was headed out back to play. He opened the door and told the dog to come outside with him. By barking. That's right, he genuinely believes that he can talk to our dog with a series of "arfs." That doesn't seem so hopeless. 

Right?