Eli has been crazed these last few days. He’s been getting up at 5:45 and, aside from early naps, been going non-stop until we all pass out from exhaustion at 7:30 or so. He gets into everything and tries to grab anything that catches his eye. It’s like living with a strung-out raccoon.
Just now we were in the kitchen. Eli was stomping around so he could hear the quarters in his pocket jingle. “Eli,” I asked, “are you dialed to eleven?”
“Ha, nooooo,” he said. “I’m dialed to twenty-two!“