So last night we had our friend over with his son Jo who is A's best friend and "boy"friend. Halfway through the night, Husband turns to our friend and says "hey, why not leave Jo here for a sleepover?" Ummmmmmm yeah, thanks for asking me first. So next thing I know I have three kids for the night.
Jo was an angel, he slept in A's bed and A slept on her elmo fouton on the floor. Everyone was up by 6:45 playing nicely.
Well almost everyone was playing nicely. J, my two year old woke up on the wrong side of the crib and cried from almost everything. Isn't that the way with two year olds? He didn't want to share his truck with Jo, he didn't want to eat his breakfast. He wanted cheerios, he didn't want the cheerios, he just wanted to cry.
And me, the ever nice mom, said "so be it" and stepped over his prone body as he cried on the floor.
Yes, oh yes, they are trying to kill me.
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