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Whenever you lay down on the floor, C will snuggle in next to you and continue whatever he was previously doing. Today when we were making towers he nuzzled close and promptly turned and knocked my stack over. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "You need to ask before wiping out my tower!" (It was awesome, believe me.) He looked over his shoulder at me, shrugged, and said, "I not perfect Mama." He's been listening to this song(#5) and I'm sure it's where he got it from, but what a timely reminder from my just 2yr old.


For the last month Q and I have been watching a series recommended by my sister. Psych is a comedy about a guy that pretends to be psychic to be allowed to do detective work. Anyways, there was a Friday the 13th spoof (I don't do horror or suspense AT ALL) that I had Q mute and cover my eyes for most of, but it was still lingering in the back of my mind. So when I heard L calling for me after I'd put her to bed a couple of times already, I went upstairs a bit begrudgingly. She told me she was scared and there was something in her room. I reassured her that it was probably just the new mobile we'd made and hung from the light. "No," she said, "It's that thing right behind you!" When I looked over my shoulder and saw a dark looming shadow that shouldn't have been there, I screamed and started karate-chopping wildly. Q came dashing upstairs to see me in a laughing heap, next to a terrified little girl and a curious little boy -- and a helium balloon floated harmlessly around. I did put a night light in for the night. I'm not sure who was the most traumatized that night. Scary shows = not cool.