oh, holy shit.

i just have to vent to you, my friends. dave and i have laughed about it and i feel a little better now.

i was putting emerson to bed tonight, and i probably asked him to get in bed about six or seven times. he turned from his plastic dinosaurs and said, "you don't have to say it so many times."

and then my head exploded.

he's three going on, what, fifteen?

also, i think i'm turning into my mother. AWESOME. i mean, i knew it would happen eventually, but i didn't think it would be this soon.