This morning my wife and I woke to the sound of our 4yo screaming. This isn't all that unusual, so we just continued to sleep. After a while everything calmed down.
Once the rest of the morning drama was over and I was driving the other two to school I asked, "So Lillian and Cooper, what was Max screaming about this morning?"
Cooper: Oh, he was just upset because we were trying to put a blonde wig on him and wrap him up in a white furry coat.
(Note: this would have been around 6:00 in the morning)
Me: What? Why were you guys doing that to him?
Lillian: So he'd look like a Mom.
Me: Why was he supposed to look like a Mom?
Lillian: Because Cooper knew the secret password and I thought if I could convince him Max was his mother he'd trust her enough to give him the password/
Cooper: The secret password was 205347.
(Note: Max is barely 4 years old and he was supposed to guess a seemingly random six digit number)
Me: So why was Max crying?
Cooper: because he didn't want to dress up like a Mom. By the way, if we were to build a fire, it should be in the toy box in my room.
Me: What?!
Lillian: That's what the password was for. If we could get the secret password from Cooper then we could steal fire from the sun.
(So - in short, before sunrise, my two oldest dragged my youngest son out of bed ... well actually he was sleeping in a tent in the middle of his room... to dress him like a woman, have him pose as his brother's mother, and use him to extract a numerical password from my oldest boy, so that my 10 and 4 year old could steal fire from the sun and ignite their toy box)
This isn't honestly all that unusual in our house.
