Of course, Steve thought he'd be coming back to our bed, so he left the gate in Sawyer's room unlocked. Next thing I know, I've got a little hand saying "mama" - he climbed up into bed and I groggily woke up enough to look at a book with him. At this point, I thought Steve had already gotten up and was downstairs.
The book had a picture of an apple.
Sawyer: apple, please.
Me: no apples here.
Sawyer: apple, please.
Me: look here's a green parrot.
Sawyer; apple, please.
Me: okay, go get an apple.
Sawyer gets down from bed and toddles off, I assume to go see Steve and ask for an apple (or at least get distracted by a truck and let me go back to sleep). I roll over and close my eyes.
After a few minutes, I hear Sawyer coming back up the stairs, making a slight thumping noise. He toddles in and thrusts several bananas up onto the bed. That's when I realized Steve probably wasn't downstairs.
He climbed up, I peeled a banana, and we finished looking at the rest of the book.
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very cute!
Can you tell I am catching up on my blogs? It is good to have grandma take care of the kids! Hope you are having a good Thanksgiving. Did you do a community dinner?
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