Matron: "Merrick? Do you want to bring Whiskers?"
Whiskers is a rat. Thank the Lord and Oprah, it is a stuffed animal, but a rat nonetheless. Merrick loves this rat beyond all reason.
Whiskers is a rat. Thank the Lord and Oprah, it is a stuffed animal, but a rat nonetheless. Merrick loves this rat beyond all reason.
While packing for the overnight. . . .
Merrick: "I think Whiskews should stay hewe and sleep in his own bed."
Clang clang clang go the warning bells.
Indeed, Whiskers stayed home.
And John retrieved Merrick around 10 pm, when he announced to his hosts that he needed to sleep with Whiskers -- at home. Let's just say nobody here was surprised or unprepared for the trip.
Merrick: "When I'm really big I'll have overnights. But right now I want to sleep in my own bed, all the time. With Whiskers. And naked. It's hard to be naked at an overnight with a friend and I like my skin on the bed."
Just a sweet moment in the life. . .
7 comments:
My little sister used to do that. She'd want to come home at 2a.m. Fortunately, the sleepover was three houses away, so both parents would stand on the porch and watch her walk home, thumb in her mouth, pillow under her arm.
The man knows what he likes!
Nothing feels as good as your own bed.
Too funny! And nice that you let him keep trying! Bramble
#2 son used to do the same thing sometimes; happily, the sleepover was close by. We were not as patient with him as you are with Merrick -- good for you!
janet said:
For just this reason, when my kids were little, we PLANNED this type of evemt. We called it a "half sleep-over". It was still great fun, but nobody felt that they had spoiled the night's plans or that they had somehow "failed". They were picked up around 10, already in pajamas with teeth brushed, ready to fall into bed at their own home.
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After a few overnights several moms asked just what boy#2 liked to eat. Seems he did not eat or drink during visits to friends homes. This kid did not miss a meal at home, but apparently was not comfortable eating at the homes of his friends. (I'm not the best cook so it's not like he was spoiled at home.) He's since out grown that particular tendency. Now he just takes a small box fan with him on overnights so he can have air blowing on him at night.
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