we are sleep deprived. would you believe me if i told you that last night, as i crawled into bed at 3 am, wade and i had the following conversation:
w: "did you get the tin foil?"
k: "the tin foil?"
w: "yeah, did you bring the tin foil?"
k: "wade. the tin foil? for what?"
w: "to wrap miles in. we need to wrap him in tin foil."
imagine my confusion. i just laughed and then went to sleep. i still don't know what he was talking about. in his defense, he was probably sleep talking. but maybe it has something to do with me saying, "good night little burrito" to miles every night after i wrap him up in his blanket.
oh, and if you're still waiting for a delivery story, come babysit long enough for me to write one.