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Yesterday as I was headed out the door for a lunch date with my son, I informed the babysitter that my phone was almost dead so if she really needed to reach me, she could try just calling the restaurant. Six year-old Oskar pipes up, "Oh, your phone isn't working? It was probably a cosmic ray. They can mess up electronics."  The babysitter and I both struggled to suppress chuckles.  I joked with my friend later on that he's totally headed towards being one of those guys who's incredibly smart and knowledgeable but totally lacking common sense. 

This morning I was disgusted with Annika because she came into my room to tell me some totally trivial and mundane thing. (With four kids, it's pretty much a guarantee that I'll wake up to some kid who has an "urgent" matter to bring to my attention.  Urgent as in, "Mom, my socks don't match" or "Mom, yesterday you forgot to tuck me in for the twelfth time" or "Mom, I can't find my favorite shorts".)  Oops, I'm getting off track. I was getting a little too enthusiastic with my examples.  So anyway, as I was saying, Annika had just woken me up and I grumpily sent her back to her room. As she's walking down the hall I hear Kardynn shout from her room, "Annika, don't wake up me." My sentiments exactly, 'Don't wake up me.'