Last night, Kershaw and the Dodgers crushed Bumgarner and the Giants, 8-0, eliminating Lib’s team from playoffs. 

When I told him this morning, his response was “don’t you know it’s an odd year? We don’t make the playoffs in odd numbered years. No wait, it’s an even year (pause), no ODD, it’s an odd year. No playoffs”

The corollary being that he fully expects them to win the World Series again next year because it will be an even year. 

I just went in to turn off the kids’ lights.  Normally I get whines and “please can we read a little more?”  Tonight:

Me (in announcer’s voice): I am here to turn off your lights!

[silence]

Me:  such excitement to see me.  [click]

C:  Mom? will you hand me the bag (ouch!) of rubber bands on my dresser?  [the ouch from her hip as she reaches over.  maybe she is over doing it.]

L:  Mom? can I hold your hand?

[I go back toward his bed, hold his hand and give it a kiss.  Fully (and cynically) expecting him to grab it and hold on as a delay going to bed tactic.]

L [sleepy sweet voice]: Thanks.  I don’t know why, I just felt like holding your hand.