We had Silas’ friend over all day, and Silas was just miserable. Trouble sharing, picking fights, very unusual for him. At one point, he said, “It’s just usually me and Petra! I like it that way!” After his friend left, I asked what was up. He said:
I was so excited about him coming over that I couldn’t sleep last night, and then I was too tired to have fun with him!
Another day: Silas, what do you want to be when you grow up?
But daddies sometimes have to have jobs because their kids like to eat. If you have to get a job, what kind of job do you think you’d like?
I don’t know. What daddy does.
You’d like to help people keep their computers safe?
No. Or. Um. Yes. Because then I could work at the same office as Daddy, and maybe we would run into each other from time to time.