On the way to Idaho Falls Saturday, he said in a scary voice, "11:34". I looked at him with a 'so what' stare and he gave a disgusted sigh.
"Mom, I've explained this a hundred times". From me, a 'huh' with raised eyebrow.
"Look at what is spells if it is backwards and flipped." Uh-hea-hea. Ok I get it.
He then shared this experience so that I will never forget the importance (or silliness) of 11:34.
He was reading his Steven King book late one night and looked over at his alarm clock to see what time it was. What he saw was blood red letters on his fishtank spelling "hell". He told me that he jumped and was freaked for a minute then laughed outloud at himself for 5 minutes once he realized it was really just the reflection of his alarm clock reading "11:34". Ever since then he seems to always look at the clock at 11:34. It hasn't stopped him from reading Steven King books.
Levi also seems to think that if he 'hides' and pretend I can't see him that I can't. Perfect example: he is snitching chocolate milk. The pictures say it all.
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