You are sick. You have a little cold. You're not feeling well and you are rather clingy, but I had no idea that it would be me that would ultimately be the demise of your whole day. All I wanted to do was check my email and let you play for 15 minutes before I put you down for a nap. You said, no! So I held you in my lap at the computer and we listened to James Blunt's You're Beautiful and of course one round of Victor Vito . You grabbed a roll of smarties I had sitting on the desk. Hey, it is just after Halloween and I have candy laying around. When our songs were over, and you had rubbed your eyes for the 10 time in 30 seconds, I said let's get your milk and go read a book.
But I knew I had to get the Smarties out of your tiny little hand first. So I tried. I told you that I would open it and we could share a smartie. I took it out of your hand.
You screamed.
I opened it and bit one in half. You screamed more.
I put the other half in your open screaming mouth.
You never noticed it was there. You're hysterical by now.
I give up, what to do? We go to you room and I try to read you books.
You screamed more. I put you on the floor.
Silence. I think you are starting to taste the candy in your mouth. You took a walk to your closet, looked at your crib, said Bunny and then came back to me and lifted your little arms up.
We can read and nap now, the world has not ended just yet.
Mommy
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