Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Poor Flipper

Jeremy was supposed to be taking a nap -- I was doing my "rounds" and heard a noise coming from his room. I open the door quickly (element of surprise) and all that, and see him straddling his dolphin pool toy, beating it with his fists. 

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm sorry," he says, getting off the toy. "I want to sleep with the dolphin."

"okay."

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