Bedtime is always a bit of a scary endeavor, wondering how long it will take and if you’ll squeak by without a temper tantrum. On this particular night, it was all very unusually mature:
Caitlin: “Ok, let’s got get our books to read for bed.”
Ryder: “OH, I didn’t realize I was going to bed.”
Maisy was making some baby grunts while in the throws of pooping. This is the conversation that took place:
Caitlin: “Maisy is making a poop.”
Ryder: “Maisy is doing a poop. She’s squeezing it.”
Our babysitter Meredith has provided us with a few gems:
Ryder: “I smell Maisy.”
Meredith: “What does she smell like?”
Ryder: “A dog.”
Meredith was holding Maisy and this is what Ryder had to say about it:
“Maisy is trying to eat you. Maisy, please don’t eat Meredith!”