Or how I singlehandedly averted the Great Apple Crisis of 2010.
Lex had only been awake for about 15 minutes this morning when I caught him standing motionless in the kitchen, the oddest look upon his face.
I asked him if he was OK and he replied, "Uhm...I think I'm experiencing Apple Panic."
My eyes glanced quickly toward the basket where we store fruit to discover we were, in fact, out of apples.
I reached over to pat him on the back and reassure him I was on my way to the store when he said, "You may not want to get too close. I am panicking."
Dude, they're just apples. It's going to be alright.
When I walked past his bedroom door a few minutes later, he was lying in a fetal position on his bed looking a bit wistful1.
So I hurried off to the store making record time picking up all the items on the list - most especially apples - and was back home in under 30 minutes.
1: In all fairness, he was lying this way because he was trying to coax Vinny up onto the bed so as to commence a cuddle sesson...something Vinny was having none of hence the wistfulness.
I KNEW he was staying in too much!