Micropachywhat?

The kids strolled through the front door at exactly four o'clock yesterday afternoon.  I announced that we would be dining out and Kyler said, "But not until I finish my homework."  He dropped his backpack onto the floor,  fell to his knees and pulled out his folder and pencil.  The assignment:  To write the name of an animal for each letter of the alphabet.  It's no secret that Kyler loves animals and does much out-of-school research about every being that has ever walked, hopped, swam or slithered this world.  This means there were no books needed to do this assignment, which explains why he was so eager to get it done.  I sat down on the floor next to him to ensure he was doing his work correctly.

Next to the letter 'A', Kyler wrote 'Archaeopteryx'.  I asked, "Is it okay to use dinosaurs?"  He replied, "Of course it is.  They were animals, too."  Seeing that his answer didn't ease my mind, he then explained that he had received prior approval from his teacher.  Good boy.  He got back to work and continued to scribble in answers of other dinosaurs as well as some exotic animals of which I have little to no knowledge about.

Midway through the assignment, Kyler looked slightly stumped on the letter 'M'.  I felt I should put in my ever-so-wise suggestion and said, "Mouse?"  Kyler rolled his eyes and said, "No, I just don't know how to spell Micropachycephalosaurus."  (Yeah, he can pronounce that but not the word 'pretzel'.)  After staring dead-faced at him for a very long moment, I told him, "It hurts my brain when you talk like that."  His eyes looked toward my laptop and I knew what he wanted.  Once again, Google to the rescue.  (And twice again, just so I could type this.) 
After the letter 'M', I kept my suggestions to myself.  The assignment was over before I knew it so we headed out to eat.  Then to the park to play.  Then back home for bath time and bedtime.  Mae passed out on the couch and I left her there.  Heisting her over my shoulder and climbing the ladder to gently lay her atop her loft bed is not really a reasonable option.  I've tried.  We won't talk about the outcome.  And due to her insistence that beds just aren't as comfortable as couches, when I walked out of my bedroom this morning, this is the first thing I saw:

When both kids woke up, we had a great laugh about this.  This is very similar to what Kenny looked like last weekend when I was unable to get a photo before he woke up, except he was facing the other way.  It was nice of Mae to recreate the moment for us.