Get Ready to Laugh...

Everyone loves a good Pete story, and my disclaimer on this one is that I DO have his permission to recount the events of the last two nights. I am still laughing to myself as I am typing this. So let me set the scene...Friday night, Jackson came into our room about 1:30 am because he rolled over and banged his head on his dresser, which is also his nightstand. He proceeded to climb in our bed, in between the 2 of us, and do his usual leg kicking, arms flailing, etc. However, prior to his actual arrival in our room, Daisy, who sleeps with Pete on his side of the bed, sensed someone coming and stood bolt upright at the foot of the bed, howling like a rat-sized wolf. I must say I was impressed by her watch-dogged-ness. So that, paired with Jack's sleeping antics, made for not much sleep on Friday night, especially since the alarm was set for 5:20 am for the swim meet. Now, on to Saturday night. We were SOOOO looking forward to a good night's sleep. However, here comes Jack about 12:15, bad dream. Once again, he climbs into bed and does his usual thing. That lasted for about half an hour, until Pete finally had had enough and took him back to his bed. Here is where I have to add that the temperature yesterday was 67 degrees, and Gracie spent a couple of hours in our room watching TV and snacking. Back to Pete...he comes back in from delivering Jack to his own room, lays down, and realizes he is hot. (He is not very fond of our comforter, as he is hot-natured, and I am not.) Pete keeps a backup light quilt under the bed on his side for such occasions. Here is where it gets funny...work with me and visualize this...he is laying down, rolls over on his side, reaches down to grab the quilt under the bed, loses his balance, and falls out of bed. On his way out of bed, he hits his head on the bed table, causing it to tumble. A nearly FULL drinking glass of white grape juice (thank you Gray) spills forward from the table and empties its ENTIRE contents onto Pete's head, so it is running down his head - back and front - and down his chest and back. I heard quite a few words of the four letter nature before I was able to turn on my light to see the remains. I had to get up to pee, I was laughing so hard. And what was I most concerned about? "Did any juice get on the carpet, Pete?" "NO, it's all on my head, Denise!" My guts hurt from laughing. It's a well known fact that I have a character flaw of finding humor in others' mishaps (ie Mom falling in a hole on our walk in Conway), but he admitted this morning it was pretty funny!

Nana and Papa are here in about 3 hours...Denise