Early this morning I was awakened by a screaming 3 year old. Screaming is no understatement...he was wailing. Naturally Max had slept well and was still sleeping which means I should have still be sleeping, but alas...
I drag myself out of my nice warm bed, eyes half open (not because I was tired....just too lazy to put on my glasses and I have conviced myself I can see better if I squint) and make my way towards the ever increasing screeches that had now moved into the front room.
Trying desperatly to calm Gavin down I held him and asked him what was wrong. He started blubbering something about needing his blue ribbon. HUH? Where did that come from? The only thing I could I come up with was that we wrapped a present the ther day and used some blue curling ribbon. I took him back to his bed and went to cut off a piece of the blue ribbon to give him. (Keep in mind I don't typically give him everything he wants, but that early in the morning I was going for what works...) I bring the piece of ribbon to his room and hand it to him. He looks at it, says "Thanks, mom," then throws it on the floor and says, "I really don't need this." Are you kidding me?!?!
Next thing I know...Max is squawking from all of the loud crying....or maybe he wanted a red ribbon. I couldn't quite tell.
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