4yo DS just came up to me with a BIG PROBLEMtm
. Here is our comversation:
DS: Mom, sister keeps coming into my nest.
DS: yeah, it's a special place I made just for me.
DS: it's in the playroom and it's made of a sleeping towel, and balls, and stuffed animals and everything. And no one is allowed in unless they say my secret code. But it's a lot of words and sister can't say it.
Me: Well, why don't you make an easier code?
DS: but then Sister will come into my nest!
Me: Ok, well, Sister is playing in the living room right now, so I don't think you have to worry about it.
DS: But Mom, I have a problem. I hate to tell you this, but my nest isn't very comfortable and it's unsanitary. I don't want to sleep there, but it's my choice and I just have to do it.
um, well you don't have to sleep in your nest. How is it unsanitary?
DS: it's just a disaster.
Me: well, I can probably help you reorganize after dinner tonight.
DS: But I love my nest. You can't do it. It will be a disaster.
Me: what do you want here buddy?
DS: ummmm, a popsicle