I'm having a helluva time with this whole time change thing and so is C-dub. About an hour ago (it's currently almost midnight as I type), I could hear his TV blaring in his room. Now, I allowed the little fella some leniency with his bedtime since he didn't have preschool tomorrow morning, but 11 PM is too late for a five year old little insomniac. I went out to his room and instructed him that he had five minutes to get ready for bed and then I'd be back to see him off to dreamland. I went back out to the livingroom and a few minutes later I heard his door open. He came out in his finest Underoos and asked me if I wanted to see something super cool he had set up in his room. He assured me that it would only take a minute.

Intrigued at the prospect of something super cool, I followed him out to his room where he had taken and emptied his little nylon sleeping bag case. He struggled to pick up the case, which was now filled with something soft and squishy, and hang it up under his bunk bed. He asked for some help so I obliged him by hanging the object from under his bed. He then told me, "Now watch this Mom. You might wanna step back a widdle bit."

So I stepped back. And the pummeling began. He used all the spectacular muscles his little five year old body could contain to beat and ravage this little nylon case. After a minute or so of violently dancing and punching, he looked at me and said, "Pretty amazing, huh?" I grabbed his sweaty little body and gave him a big hug, assuring him that Mommy thought he was her hero.

I then asked him what he had used to fill up the bag. He looked at me and I could see in his eyes that he didn't really want to talk about what was in the bag. I reached for it and he began to playfully slap box at my hands. The more I tried to open it the more aggressive and verbally defensive he got until the bag finally popped open to reveal it's contents. From the bag came eight of Taterbug's precious Webkinz stuffed animals. C-dub had been beating the crap out of sweet, little precious animals that Taterbug had kept tucked away in her prized toy chest.

Of course, after I controlled the laughter, I admonished him regarding assaulting his Sissy's favorite toys. I then made him sneak the animals back into her toychest so that she would never know that he had beaten "Ruby" the rabbit or "Cami" the cow. Taterbug's pretty sensitive when it comes to her things and she's apt to seek revenge on some easily flushible Hotwheels. It was cute while it lasted.