Excuses, Excuses

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1. Ethan has similar stall tactics. It’s funny to see how creative they can get. Ethan has to carry everything in the world with him. he needs 6 cars, his boom-boom (and anything can be a boomboom if he so decides it’s a boomboom. Of course if I say it is, then it’s not. But the foam letter T, perfect for a boom boom. But uh duh mom, the J no.) plus giraffey and baby and his pillow. Then once we’ve carried half of his bedroom into our room he has to swtich sides of the bed 2 or 3 times til he figures out if he wants to nap in mommy’s spot or daddy’s. Then he needs milk, which I refuse bc Im tired of flipping a wet mattress. Then I hear, no leche mommy? There’s no leche? We have to go to the store mommy? I try to explain, yes there is leche sweetie, but not for you. Not til your nap is over because you keep wetting mommy’s bed. Then that creates a few more questions that go something like, me wet mommy’s bed? “yep and I dont want you to wet her bed today because mommy doesnt like peepee in her bed?” “no, mommy doesnt like peepee?” “mommy doesnt mind peepee if it’s in the potty but not in her bed?” “no mommy?” “no sweetie now go night night” “agua mommy?” “no sweetie. No leche no agua” “no mommy?” and so on and so on. And then there’s the where’s my boomboom. “you have your boomboom” “me no find it” “well if you didnt bring everything under the sun we could find it” and so on. and so on. But the way he holds me so tight when he’s falling asleep is so worth it. Even if I do have to sleep with a toy car jammed in my side.