Lukas was melting down because one of his 35+ stuffed
animals (beary #2) had a small tear under its arm. I told him I would sew it that night and it
would be fixed by morning, but that was not enough. He wanted Beary #2 fixed now or he was NEVER
going to be able to sleep. As I walked
down the stairs I seriously considered throwing Beary #2 in the trash and telling
Lukie “I’m sorry. Beary didn’t survive
his operation. ” I was laughing out loud thinking about it and opening the trash can do carry out my plan when I realized (1) just how evil my laugh
sounded and (2) how traumatic my little plan might actually be on Lukie - trama that in the end, would somehow equate to less sleep for me! Then I came to my senses and fixed the bear
in about 2 minutes. When I took him
upstairs Lukie of course was fast asleep.
I then tortured Beary #2 by letting the cat chew on him (probably how he got torn in the first place).
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