Looking at her watch, Joie says, "I'm going to ignore the skinny line."
I respond, "Do you mean the second hand?"
Joie replies, "No, it's the third hand."
Very early Sunday morning, the storm woke everyone up. I was laying with Joie since she was a little scared. After laying there for a couple of minutes, she said, "I'll protect you and you protect me."
The usual routine when Livvi says good night to Joie:
Livvi: "Good night"
Joie: "Good night"
Livvi: "I love you"
Joie: "I love you"
Livvi: "Sleep good"
Joie: "Sleep good"
Livvi: "Nighty night"
Joie: "Nighty night"
Livvi: "Sleep tight"
Joie: "Sleep tight"
Livvi: "Don't let the bed bugs bite"
Joie: "OK"
This morning, Joie was looking at Heather, squinting through one eye, head tilted. Her fingers were in a scissors motion in front of her face. Then she says, "I didn't really cut your head off, just pretend."
Should we be worried?
"Sleeping makes me hungry so I want a drink"
Text 1:
She's crying that she isn't tired & doesn't want to go to sleep.
I didn't even say anything about it. Now crying about fears - firefighters,
doctors, her mouth might start to hurt, doesn't want to wash her hands because
she loves her germs. Whew. I didn't bring anything up.
Text 2:
Said
she's crying because she's not tired. I didn't ask in the first place.
Text 3:
She doesn't love any of us because she's sad because she's
not tired.
"How many people, other than parents, have had to apply a Hello Kitty bandaid to a pool noodle because its eye was hurting?"