Monologue

Last night Tornado had the following conversation with himself: (My Beloved was staking out the closed bedroom door to make sure he stayed in bed and heard him through the door.)

Tornado: Hey Daddy are you in the greenhouse?
Tornado: (being Daddy) Yeah.
Tornado: (as himself) Can I come out?
Tornado: (being Daddy) No.


If only I'd written out all the funny things he has said this last week... I'm sad to have forgotten so many little things!