He calls me from Party City...where I have sent him to buy a package of Star Wars birthday party invitations.
"Where did you find the invitations?"
"In the Star Wars section."
"Which is where?"
Apparently I am supposed to play air flight controller and talk him in for a landing in the appropriate aisle of the store I have been to exactly four times IN.MY.LIFE.
I know I'm tired. Myles' snotty nose disturbed his sleep breathing and woke us both up twice during the night last night while Steve snored away (and today hasn't been much better with sporadic and fitful naps). And I know I'm irritable. Sam has decided to be my shadow today for some reason...my very whiney shadow.
I don't think my husband realizes how dangerous it is to ask me where to go right now. Poor foolish man.