Thinking...

We are all alone, Brayden and I.  Daddy has taken the two older kids to the ranch for some hunting time.  Brayden and I have spent the day at the park, playing and trying our best to wear the kid out.

We stop for dinner and as the sun begins to set, we head home.  Bath time extends into the early night hours and Mommy appears to be way more worn out than Brayden.  As exhaustion sets in, I find solace in Netflix.  "What would you like to watch Brayden?" I ask as I scroll through the many many icons.  Brayden doesn't answer.  "Brayden, what do you want to watch?  Barney?  Power Rangers?  Bob the Buildier?  Go Diego Go?"  Again, silence from Brayden.  I turn exasperated towards him, "Brayden!"  He sits on the couch, tapping his chin with his finger.  "What...do....you...want...to....watch?"  "Mooommmmyyyy," he says back to me in his exasperated tone.  "I'm....thinking....with....my....face!!!!"

I pick the first movie closest to my mouse, lay back in the floor and close my eyes.