We're in the car Saturday morning and Boy starts saying he doesn't want to go to swimming lessons.
Me: Knowing how to swim is very important--it helps keeps you safe in the water.
Girl: Yeah, and if you don't know how to swim, you'll drown and die!
Boy: If you're small, you'll fit down the drain.
[laughter all-around ensues, first mine, then Girl's, then Boy's --who doesn't get the joke but wants to]
Boy's imagination and language are blooming - great for his development, not so great for sleeping at night when there's all kinds of shadows hiding monsters, nefarious light blinks, and evil-eyed smoke detectors. I know we went through this with Girl, but somehow it was more do-able. Oh, yeah, since we didn't have 2 other little people around vying for our sleep deprivation attention. Even after moving Boy into Girl's room temporarily, he still gets "scar-eed." Hopefully, this will end soon.
And Boy2 will sleep through the night. (HA.) (But, seriously? Boy2 is so sweet and so far, the easiest baby of the 3. Loving him so, despite spending an obscene proportion of each day attending to his nutritional needs.)
Girl to Boy: I'm a doctor so I know what to do. But, it's terrible. For your boo-boo, I need to cut off your leg. Then, I leave it there for 3 hours and then tape it back together. I need more supplies. Stay there.