When Tristen was home over Christmas, I lived it up by handing my kids off to her almost daily. This day, I had some stuff to do downstairs and let her get them ready for the day. It was a perfect set up….Tristen was dying over seeing the kids again, and I had a bazillion things to do because it was December.
Well, about thirty minutes in, I heard Tristen yelling, “I’m Done babysitting!” I wondered why the abrupt stop, and she showed me the reason on her I-Phone.
Oh — big whoop! It happens. I don’t like when it happens, but it does! (Even yesterday in fact!) I will admit that it is a little more annoying when the girl is only days away from being potty trained. So the saddest part was when Tristen was hooting and hollering, Navy decided to do the clean up herself.
Tristen was dying. I thought it was very independent and sweet.
Props to you, Icka.
Bigger props to you when you would hold it out to hand it off to Tristen, and as soon as she went to get it with a massive wad of toilet paper, you pulled it back fast!
That was a really funny game!
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