I thought for sure this would be the week I would be able to officially announce the end of this post, but no. The posts continue. On the plus side I have discovered that The Baby has a wicked sense of humor.
How do I know the Baby has a sense of humor? This is how:
BREAKFAST TABLE - EARLY MORNING
It is early morning in any family kitchen USA- soft morning light filters through skylight above. Cartoons are heard softly in the background.
Our view moves closer. Sitting at a black, weathered kitchen table are two children. One child is 4-years-old. The other child is 90-weeks-old, The Baby. A Mother crosses the room and sits down between the children. She looks at The Baby.
What do you say we play a game? Can you say, "Hi Maddy?"
Can you say, "Hi Mama?"
The Mother glances at the 4-year-old. The 4-year-old can't contain her laughter.
She said hi Poo-poo!
The room is filled with laughter. Our view moves away. Scene fades to black.
Okay, so I am no screen writer. Regardless, I think that pretty much paints an accurate picture for you. I really tried not to embellish it too much.
Anyway, Despite this minor setback I am still feeling optimistic. After all my 3-year-old is now potty trained and it felt like that would never happen either. Week 91 will be the week The Baby says Mama. I know it! I will keep you posted.
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