Sam had the last word last night when we were getting him ready for bed. It went like this:
Mom: “This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none.
And THIS little piggy went -”
Sam, exactly on cue:
WEE, WEE, WEE! all over Mom’s bed!
Last night we put Naomi to bed early because she has been sick and needed extra sleep. She was playing around in her crib for a while (we started her off in her big bed but she wouldn’t stay put) and then started calling out for dad. I left her alone for several minutes hoping she would calm down and go to sleep, and then finally went into her darkened room to see what she was jabbering about. She was standing up and held out her pinched fingers and said, “Here daddy!” I reached out to take what she was holding. It was probably just a little fuzz ball off one of her blankets – she has “fuzzyphobia”. She put it in my hand but it wasn’t a fuzzy – much crispier and…moister. As I studied it in the dark Naomi said, “boooogher!” Not wanting to hurt her feelings I emphatically said, “Oh! Thank you Naomi!” She curtly said, “Takes! (thanks)” then laid back down to go to sleep.
We’ve had a lot going on with the move to the new house. Sam’s growing fast and Naomi’s probably got a vocabulary larger than Dad’s!
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