At least we have clean windows...

One lazy morning I put James down for his nap and went about tackling the daily stuff that needs doing (laundry, dishes, vacuuming, etc.).

Naturally, I did all this in my underwear, because clothes are forbidden on lazy mornings.

All the while, I listened to my first born hold a conversation with the "guy outside my window."

It went a little something like this:

"Don't fall, little guy.  Do you want some of my pink milk?  Are you getting wet?  You need to get down from there right now."

I smiled to myself, grateful for my daughter's imagination and her ability to keep herself entertained.

And then she yelled, "Mommy!  He's waving at me!"

I looked up (in my underwear, remember) to see this:

And then I curled up into a ball and died.