Last night Enriqueboy was trying to convince me to let him sleep with a toy.
A specific toy... one that I'd originally nixed.
He was pulling out all kinds of stops.
Pouting. Bartering. Pleading.
He finally started bargaining some of his other toys.
"Mom," he said, "You can get rid of the red and blue backpack if you'll let me sleep with the bear."
We cut a deal, he grabbed the bear, and fell sound asleep dreaming of cream colored softness.
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The red and blue backpack took itself to the thrift store two days ago.
1. those. eyes.
ReplyDelete2. i love it when a plan comes together ;)