We are in Big Trouble
Since he woke up at three this afternoon, he has been calling me for toast or to let me know he could read a word from his favorite movie Cars. At one point I poured him some medicine and as soon as he drank it down he said "Could I have some more, please?"
"No...that's all you get for now."
"But, Moma," he said, "I still feel sick."
Sheesh, how do explain the medicine will eventually make him feel better?
Anyhow, he just came to hunt me down.
"Moma," he says, "I've been thinking. I've been thinking I would really like a sister."
I nearly choked. Currently, they have a "No girlz alowd" signs all over their room and stairway. To further prove the point, they have named the only two girls they know, Lauren and Elle. (Although, if said girls showed up, they would quickly tear those signs down to play with them, I'm sure. It just seems funny when no one else can see it. And, they assured me that I can still come into their room. Phew, what a relief.)
Anyway, he just asked for a sister.
"Why would you want a sister?" I asked.
"Well, I like to play house and you can only really play house with a sister so could you get me one, please?"
Oh, wait till his Daddy hears THIS one.