Last night he must have gone to bed with wet hair and slept like a maniac because when he came downstairs for breakfast I said, "You look like Sigmund and the Sea Monsters." Which he did, minus the green color and happy disposition.
I think I am hilarious and couldn't stop laughing at the resemblance. My tired, grouchy son wasn't so pleased.
Or maybe he was mad because he overslept, again, and I had to wake him up by yelling and pounding on the wall. Or that he couldn't find his favorite sweatshirt because he left it outside overnight in the neighbor's driveway. Or maybe it was the healthy breakfast I made instead of a donut and chocolate milk.
Whatever his problem was, telling him he looked like a Sid and Marty Krofft character (even though it was true) didn't make him happy.
But I thought it was pretty funny.
-Lela, the comedian mom