This morning, Harrison woke up at 6 a.m., and after nursing briefly, ran off to start his day. I went back to sleep. A little while later, toddler language invaded my dreams. I kept hearing "nana" until I finally woke up. I felt something at my back. It was a bunch of very ripe bananas, and an orange thrown in for good measure. Harrison asked again for a nana and an orange, but I told him I could only peel the banana for him in bed.
It could be worse. The horse head scene from The Godfather comes to mind.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Revisiting the Cheese in Bed Incident
Posted by Laura at 10:36 AM
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3 comments:
I dunno. Sounds a lot more nutritious than pretzels in the bed...
Cheers.
Oh my gosh--this totally brought back when I was pregnant with Lucas and I used to hang in our bed with Kyra, munching on dry cereal until I could heave my morning sick self out of bed (no pun intended, though the word definitely fits!). We have steep, steep stairs with a forever latched gate, so they typically wait for us in the morning--not patiently, mind you! If we had a ranch, we'd be doomed! Hope you had a great weekend.
LOL...I can't believe he covered you in fruit. That kid is hilarious.
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