Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Dusty and Max
As Jude heads up the stairs to bed, he invariably says, "Wait, I forgot Dusty"...he runs back down the stairs, and searches in Dusty's usual haunts: under the coffee table, under the kitchen table, under the piano.
Max is a somewhat more subdued fella. He's a sidekick of sorts. He's like Robin to Batman, like Bert to Ernie, like Jack Lemon to Walther Matthau. He is the voice of reason when Dusty wants to try something dangerous.
A conversation with Jude as I tucked him into bed last night:
Jude: Mom, Dusty and Max are circus performers! (Max and Dusty perform crossover backflips)
Me: That's amazing! But it's time for them to go to sleep now, or they'll have to come downstairs with me.
Jude: But, mom. They're not tired. They've been sleeping all day!
I kiss my two girls goodnight, then bestow a kiss upon my three boys: Jude, Dusty, and Max settle in for a well-earned rest. Sweet dreams, boys.