Our day, in short.

Turner spent some time with a babysitter this afternoon so I could do some feminist talking with my professor and her friend about publishing stuff. I felt guilty, but it was good to go. Turner watched a movie and, apparently, fell in love with Emily (a student of mine). As she left he yelled after her, "Bye Emily. I love you." She giggled and returned her appreciation. I shut the door and tell him, "You don't have to fall in love so quickly." He says, "Oh Mom. When I give it out I get lots of love built up." Can't argue with that.
Tonight I watch him, having had no nap, do the I'm-not-sleepy-routine. He helps me bake brownies (because Target had no Milk Duds and I have been sans chocolate since Wednesday). Then we make fish tacos for dinner. He snags two tacos and a bite of brussel sprouts (not without a story about D and his *favorite* vegetable). I clean up the kitchen while he dances around telling me stories of dinosaurs and clouds of fluff.
We watch the Day of the Flyers. This is a $2 rental that cost me $11 on Saturday because the last time we rented movies, we failed to return this one. This is not the first time that I have paid late charges on this movie. So when we get to Casa Video, which movie does Turner want to rent? It costs about $8 at Target, but he'd prefer to rent it and, apparently, I refuse to return the movie on time because I secretly love late charges.

Halfway through the Flyers Turner decides that the blanket covering him should be a pillow. He jumps up. Spreads the blanket into the air and lets it fall to the ground. He pulls one corner to the other corner. He flattens. He grunts a bit, stands to survey, picks another corner and mends the ends. He rolls and counts, "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Done." He looks to me, "See mom. I can make a pillow from the blanket."
I do wonder how long being able to fold laundry will be so fun.