Some of you might remember this post from last year, where we had our first taste of crazy things parents say around Christmas.
And that has continued.
"Please do not throw baby Jesus at your brother."
"Stop licking baby Jesus!"
The kids also have a bunch of the Little People play sets, complete with the
We allow the boys to each take a small toy to bed with them. This gives us some leverage to keep them on the right track- they get one warning, and the second time they get out of bed/yell/kick the walls/pee on something, they get their toy taken away. They have to go to bed without a fuss the next bedtime, and then they can earn their toy back.
Ben loves bringing his person to bed with him. He has one favorite, but loves them all. He calls them his girls. In typical Ben fashion, they aren't girls, though, they are grills. And no, it doesn't matter if the person is male or female. It's still a "grill."
"Ben, come to bed now. Which girl are you going to sleep with tonight?"
We have snickered at the implication, and tried to work on our wording.
"Come on, Ben, it's bedtime. I need you to choose your toy. You must pick a girl now. Buddy, it doesn't really matter, take one girl to bed tonight, and you can have the other one tomorrow, OK?"
"Buddy, I'm sorry you cannot find your favorite girl to sleep with. Just pick another one."
Our kids' future therapists are going to make a killing.