{"id":933,"date":"2003-12-31T20:39:00","date_gmt":"2003-12-31T20:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2003\/12\/like-father-like-son.html"},"modified":"2003-12-31T20:39:00","modified_gmt":"2003-12-31T20:39:00","slug":"like-father-like-son","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2003\/12\/like-father-like-son.html","title":{"rendered":"Like Father, Like Son"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As usual (as I&#8217;m writing this, which is different from when I post it) Adam&#8217;s asleep on the couch and the Doodlebug is asleep in his car seat (the only place he&#8217;ll now sleep besides right next to me). Our nightly ritual is for me to wake Adam up to go to bed. This night, though, I was up late (okay, late for me; it&#8217;s past midnight now), and I shook Adam and said, &#8220;It&#8217;s time to go to bed. Why&#8217;d you let me stay up so late?&#8221; And he replied, &#8220;I told you this morning, it would take fourteen or two years.&#8221; Ah, this game. I play along. &#8220;Fourteen or two years for what?&#8221; &#8220;No, fourteen weeks or two years.&#8221; &#8220;For what?&#8221; &#8220;For the dress!&#8221; By this time he&#8217;s exasperated with me. &#8220;The dress for what?&#8221; &#8220;The dress, the dress. For the whatchamacallit.&#8221; &#8220;I don&#8217;t remember for what it&#8217;s for. You tell me. &#8221; &#8220;I don&#8217;t remember.&#8221; Proving he&#8217;s awake he peers over at the Doodlebug and asks me, &#8220;Is he supposed to be awake?&#8221; I turn around and sure enough, the Doodlebug is wide-eyed. I look back at Adam, and he&#8217;s already back asleep. I turn back to the Doodlebug and, ditto, he&#8217;s already back asleep. True, the Doodlebug wasn&#8217;t spouting nonsense. But he will be. How do I know? Because right after he&#8217;s fallen asleep, the Doodlebug makes these gurgling noises, babbles to himself, and then lets out a little laugh. The things I have to look forward to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As usual (as I&#8217;m writing this, which is different from when I post it) Adam&#8217;s asleep on the couch and the Doodlebug is asleep in his car seat (the only place he&#8217;ll now sleep besides right next to me). Our nightly ritual is for me to wake Adam up to go to bed. This night, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-933","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/933","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=933"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/933\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=933"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=933"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=933"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}