Guys

It turns out there is a new 'guy' in town.

C's own Wilson. 'Ball' is now part of the nighttime bed inventory. I learned this the hard way the other night when I was awakened at 2 a.m. with pleading cries from C that I "must go downstairs and find her ball".

Other nighttime 'guys' include 2 blankets (both called blanket), taddy (the talking tadpole/frog) and 2 hippos. But only the happy hippos are allowed to stay in C's bed.

The other 2 'unhappy' hippos have been banished to the closet (they are tucked away in the J&J bag in the corner). I've even been instructed to "give them away to someone else".

You might be thinking..."they look the same". Oh but they're not. You would know this if you witnessed the tantrum that ensued when we tried to clean the happy hippos and temporarily replace them with unhappy hippos.

Yet another example of how 3 1/2 yr. olds slowly drive their parents completely insane.