Awoken by a hollering boy with a fever, angry that he had thrown his lovies into his brother's (empty) crib and couldn't have them. Unlucky for him, this Mommy is more stubborn than he is and stuck to her "You throw it out of your bed, you wait until morning to get it" rule. I'm not fond of playing fetch at midnight. (Between you and me, can you believe he doesn't get out of his bed to get them!? He could easily walk two feet and reach them!)
7am:
Ethan: I want frozen yogurt!
Me: We don't have any frozen yogurt.
Ethan: I NEED frozen yogurt!
Me: Ethan, yesterday we had frozen yogurt as a special treat because it was Mother's Day
Ethan: When is MY Mother's Day!?!?
9am:
Ethan: Corinne!!!
Me: [silently thinking, WTH!?! Is he calling me Corinne!?]
Ethan: [walks up to me and takes my hand] Corinne!! Come into the playroom!
Me: Ethan, my name is Mommy.
It's not even noon yet!
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