Allison had a first this morning. She came out of her bedroom on her own. At 5. Screaming, "My monkey is broken!" She was standing behind the gate, in the hallway, with her bedroom door open and light on screaming. Apparently, her monkey music box on her bed ran out of batteries. And apparently this was more important than mommy's last hour or so of sleep.
Don't worry. We fixed it.
A Slow Cooker Thanksgiving
8 months ago
1 comments:
Oh my gosh, at first I thought you were going to say her stuffed monkey was broken and I was seriously going to cry for you! Glad this monkey got fixed though. These kids and there things...
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