“What are we going to do now?” E asks after dinner and then adds “Do you have like a bunch of work to do?”
“Not too much,” I start saying “I just want to -“
“Put your pajamas on?” He interrupts.
It’s a good guess, but I was going to say write.
“Well, that, and slice,” I explain as I laugh to myself about how my kids know me so well. They probably think it’s odd that I didn’t already have my pajamas on at dinner.
I’m sure I complained about pajama time when I was a kid, but now it’s my favorite time.
And that’s saying something, since I work from home and wear fuzzy socks all day.