We went out to dinner tonight. Nothing fancy- just to the Bugaboo Creek, but fun nonetheless. Littlest one kept yawning; you could tell how tired he was, he even admitted it. As I took him to the bathroom, I commented on how sleepy he was and said, "I bet you a dollar you're asleep before we get home." He then bet me a hundred dollars that he wouldn't be. I told him he didn't have $100, so he said, "How about nine then?" I had to laugh.
Well, more than halfway through the 20 minute ride home, the little dear said something and his father said, "J, are you still awake?" So of course I made a comment about the bet - never thinking he was consciously making the effort for the cash. Of course his father took it upon himself to egg the kid on: "Come on; don't fall asleep yet! Only a few more minutes."
*insert eye roll*
When we pulled into the driveway, little J pumped his fists in victory with a big, "Yes!"
No I will not welch.
I'm very tired from red wine but I want to write and play.