Ted (climbing up on my bed, grinning): Mommy is a silly head.
Me (trying to type a few sentences about the Constitution’s provision for separation of powers): Yes I am.
Ted: No, I’m a silly head.
Me: (searching my notes to see if she really said that): Yes, you are.
Ted: We’re all silly heads!
Me (not keeping up with my end of the conversation, and so, resorting to repetition): Yes, you are!
Ted: I said, we’re all silly heads!
Me (looking up from keyboard): OK, we’re all silly heads!
Ted seems content, but then climbs on me, poking his amazingly sharp elbows into all available soft body parts.
Ted: Time to snuggle!
Me (pushing laptop aside, careful not to put it on top of the Chips Ahoy bag): OK, let me see!
This is followed by several rounds of snuggles and kisses of Ted’s bouncing, grinning face. It really is much more fun than ducking my head under my desk in an office so no one can notice how unproductive I've been. But after a few minutes, I realize that now that I’ve spent weeks procrastinating, my story really is due today, in a few hours at that, and I have plenty more fact-checking to do, and I never did figure out the implications of that one thing, but maybe I can do it quickly if I try. So I decide to give Ted a crash course in Freelance Economics.
Me: Ted, you know, if you let me finish this story, I can send it, and then I can send an invoice, and then I’ll get a big check, and I can use that to buy toys!
Ted: OK, Mommy has to work now. T
hen he wanders downstairs and starts plunking on the piano.
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