That's my son

The local energy monopoly's favorite pastime these days is to show up on our block at a random hour of the day or night, tear out a section of the street with jackhammers and pavement saws, fill it in again and then come back several days later to do it all again.

So yesterday morning was our turn; the crew showed up just before 9AM, told the folks across the street to move their cars, and made extra sure to be rude and uncommunicative when the neighbor and I started asking questions.

So I put Theo down for his nap right at 9AM, turned on fans and white noise and crossed my fingers. His window is right below where the crew turned on their jackhammer about 9:30.

KID SLEPT UNTIL 11, not a peep out of him.

Of course, they turned off the noise about 15 minutes after it started, then they all stood around until lunchtime and the whole commotion was gone before we got home from our walk. WTF?

The postscript -- late that afternoon the tree commandos arrived to take a dying tree out of the neighbor's property. The tree guys were mega-cool, they waved to Theo and talked to Daddy in between swinging chainsaws, running the wood chipper and using their Bobcat with a claw on the front to haul away logs. Luckily they'd finished all that right at Theo's bedtime, or else it could've been a long night.