A Rough Morning
I thought I was having a bad morning this morning. My cold/flu is finally breaking and I woke up with one of those stuffy headaches that makes you want to crawl back under the covers.
Then my two year old came running into the room with his face pulled down in his “unhappy” expression. He was clutching his pooh bear tightly – which was something of a surprise. His favorite stuffed animal is a dolphin he named Carly. That’s the one that he sleeps with.
He climbed up into bed with me, and I asked what was wrong.
“Carly woke me up.”
“Carly woke me up, so I put him on the shelf and now I have Pooh bear.”
Carly woke you up?
“Yeah. I wanted to sleep but Carly woke me up.”
I’m sorry to hear that. I really am.
“So I put him on the shelf!”
I don’t blame you. I really don’t.
Where do these little guys get the names? It is a constant surprise to me how they come up with original and often appropriate names..or not appropriate, sometimes, but always original!