The Foorce

Without exaggerating in any way, James basically didn’t stop talking today, so finding the right minute to post was both difficult and bizarre (and only possible once he was asleep and done talking).

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James is in italics, my responses are in bold.

It’s a beautiful day!

Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to walk you to school, huh? How did you like the farm this weekend?

My bookbag is itching my back.

What?

My bookbag is itching me.

(Scratching James’s back briefly) Is that better?

Yep!

So did you like the farm? What was your favorite part? 

Ummmm…. it’s itching again (shrugging his shoulders around in his backpack). Man, my bookbag is itchy today.

Itchy? Honey, you have 2 shirts and a jacket on, maybe it’s sweat because you’re hot. (Scratching his back again) Is that better?

Yeah. But it’s still itching.

We can’t keep stopping or we’re going to be late. Come on, you can take it off as soon as we get to school.

Okay. ugh…. (jumping around dramatically because of apparent itching)

Come on, James, we have to keep moving. Do you want to take off your jacket? I can hold your backpack.

Okay, thanks.

(taking backpack from James) Okay, take off your jacket.

No thanks, that’s better.

Oh. So you want me to hold your backpack until we get to school?

Sure, thanks mom! Is it itching you?

Nope.

Good. So it’s very nice of you to hold my bookbag for me.

You’re welcome.

Mom.

Yes?

But you know that bookbag is mine, right?

What?

It’s mine, you’ll have to give it back when we get to school.

Okay, got it.