I Didn't Need to Know

"Dad!"

Curses, curses, curses, curses, curses.  I stumbled out of bed and attempted to find my brain through the fog of sleep.  Was I cursing out loud?  No, I'm pretty sure that was in my head.  I navigated my way into the next room.

"Ethan?"

"What?"

"What is it?" came my angry whisper.

"Logan's in my bed."

I was mad at this statement and the boy who had made it.  Was it because I knew that, if I left Logan in bed with Ethan, he would bother Ethan with flailing limbs and endless questions?  No.  Was it because I knew that removing Logan would cause him to start crying and wake up the entire house?  No.  Was it because it was 3:32 AM?  No.  It was all of these things...and more.

"Ethan."

"What?"

"When you first went to bed last night, and Logan climbed up here, you tried to tell me---"

"That Logan was up here," he cut across.

Curses.

"When you first went to bed, and Logan climbed up here, you tried to convince me to let him stay."

"I know."

Curses, curses.

"Then why can't he stay now?"

"He can!"

Curses, curses, curses.

"Then why did you call me in here?"

"I wanted to tell you that Logan was up here."

Oh for cryin' out loud!  Next time...write me a letter!

- 19 January 2012