For the past week, we had been frantically trying to get everything ready to have our taxes filed. Yes, I know, we procrastinated in a huge way this year. Clayton must have gotten used to us talking about taxes this, taxes that.
Tonight he called me at work at 11:45 to tell me he was going to bed and that he wanted to say "goodnight". I told him he was up awfully late and that he needed to get to bed. I asked him why he was up so late and his reply: "I was doing my taxes, mommy."
:o)
