The other night Meyer was having an atypical fussy moment...or as Park calls it -being fuzzy. I had done all the mommy things and he was still crying some. So Park comes to the rescue and our conversation goes pretty much like this
Parker: Why's Meyer crying?
Me: I don't know, he's just a little fussy
P: why's he fuzzy?
M: I don't know
P: Did you feed him?
M: yes
P: Did you change his diaper?
M: yes
P: Maybe he wants his binky
M: he just spit it out
P: Did you give him some gas drops?
M: _________________
My little 4 year old just wanted to make sure that her baby was taken care of and had all the bases covered and she even knows about the joy of gas drops!!! (and yes, I had given him some gas drops)
Park walked off to get her jammies saying I don't know, I guess he's just fuzzy.
Parker: Why's Meyer crying?
Me: I don't know, he's just a little fussy
P: why's he fuzzy?
M: I don't know
P: Did you feed him?
M: yes
P: Did you change his diaper?
M: yes
P: Maybe he wants his binky
M: he just spit it out
P: Did you give him some gas drops?
M: _________________
My little 4 year old just wanted to make sure that her baby was taken care of and had all the bases covered and she even knows about the joy of gas drops!!! (and yes, I had given him some gas drops)
Park walked off to get her jammies saying I don't know, I guess he's just fuzzy.
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