Monday was like any other monday. M woke up and yells "DAAAAAD!" and again "DaaaaAAAaaaD! I'm ready to get up! DAAAAD!" and after a little bit of nothing... "MOOOOM!....MOM!....MoooooOOOOOOoooooMMMM! I'm ready to get up." and so I go and get her out of bed, and we schlump sleepily into the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast. This morning I did not have E with me, because he was sound asleep in my bed. M had to go to the bathroom, so I took her through my bedroom to my bathroom, and when we were done we went back out for breakfast. I was fairly certain she did not notice E. When I was pouring our cereal this is what proceeded:
M: mom. where's my baby brother?
me: I don't know.
M (smiling at the game): No, where is E?
me: I don't know, M. Maybe he is GONE!
M: no. Where is that cute little guy with a mohawk?
me: I got rid of him.
M: no you didn't where is he?
me: No, M, I got rid of him. I didn't want him anymore so I got rid of him.
M (doesn't think this is a game anymore) starts to cry: Noooo. mooom. where is Eeee? where is he? :more crying:
I realize I took this just a little too far. have no fear though, I picked her up and showed her her baby brother asleep in bed, and she calmed down. But I learned my lesson. She really loves that little guy.
This is E's mohawk:
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"Mom! What the Hell!"