Luckily, I’m not leaving my 4-year-old home by himself…I’m just leaving Jay home by himself! Eve is still drinking from coconuts in Hawaii and I’m leaving for a camping trip in Zion National Park in Utah. My son is determined to see “red rocks.” Not brown, red. So, of course, we’re packing up and taking a big family trip. Hopefully, my boy won’t say, “The Fjords! I must see the Fjords!” But, of course, we’d take him. He’s just that cute.
Here’s what I’m reading on my trip:
The One Where the Kid Nearly Jumps to His Death and Lands in California, by Mary Hershey.
Rules, by Cynthia Lord (I work with autistic children at my “day job” so I can’t wait to read this book.)
Since Eve and I are gone, we all know what that means…Jay is in charge.
I’ve instructed him not to answer the door unless it’s someone he knows and to only answer the phone if it rings twice, hangs up, then rings again. (Probably shouldn’t give my secrets away, huh?)
So take it easy on Jay while we’re away. And please, if you see him in public and he’s wearing white socks with dark shoes, set him straight for us, would ya?