"Mom, on Friday we're having a Hallelujah at school!" I said, "You mean, luau?"
"Mom, my hands aren't that springy. That's why I can't do hand springs. See?" (He bounces on his bum on the couch and pushes himself off with his hands.)
Jaxon was sent straight to bed from dinner because of disobedience. Here are quotes from the rest of the evening.
"I'm going to move out. I'm going to live with Ethan Householder. If you boss me around one more time I'm moving out."
"I broke out tonight. Out of the house, I mean. I packed my suitcase and went half way down to Ethan's. But then I thought you'd be missing me, so I came back."
I checked Jaxon's "suitcase" (a tiny Thomas the Train roller backpack) and found a stuffed Winnie the Pooh, a shirt and two pairs of shorts. He probably thought he was set for a week.
Addendum added Thursday morning:
Mark reported that last night around 10, Jaxon stumbled out of his room looking half awake. He headed into the kitchen and pulled his pants down in front of the trash can. He paused as if thinking sleepily, "This doesn't seem right." Then Mark kindly escorted him to the bathroom.
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