Crazy things we do:
Creep through the backyard late at night with a big flashlight looking for Jessie, Buzz, Buzz, and Ken. Considered knocking on the neighbor’s door to interrogate, but realized it’s too late and I don’t know them that well.
Go to Target three days in a row to get Buzz #1, then Buzz #2 so there is equal opportunity Buzzage, and then again for Buzz #3 because Buzz #1 became a casualty of a Costco trip.
Wake up to screaming daughter at 3:06 AM and run to her room to frantically search the sheets for Ken because she is crying and screaming “I CAN’T FIND KEN!” (Haha, this sounds much more frightening than it is, thank goodness. Feel free to insert all kinds of jokes here.)
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7 comments:
your house is more interesting...we wake up in the middle of the night to "i can't find my spitzys!" these are ashli's pieces of cloth (baby diapers/spit cloths) that she has in bed with her...one for her head, one for her hands, and one for under her bum.
for karen, it's her "ah-she"--her very worn piece of cloth formerly known as a burp cloth.
You haven't seen Woody's hat have you? That is the item missing at our house. Darn detachable hat.
I'm confused. Are Jessie, Buzz, Buzz, and Ken your kids?
If you only knew how many nights I wake up in a cold sweat, yelling the same thing... :)
Darned kids and their toys.
HaHa. . .I have been looking for my Ken, of sorts, for years. Where is that handsome, well dressed man!
Oh my!!!! Sorry had to laugh at your expense! :)
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