Thump. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
I look at the time. It's 2 AM.
"Mommy. I'm broken."
"What? Where are you broken"
"In my bum Mommy"
I take him back to his room. Snuggle with him. Sniff. Oh dear, smells like some business was done. This is a function he can control. If it happened without him meaning to, well then of course it must be broken.
Clean up time. More snuggles. More sleep.
3 comments:
Oh no!! "broken in my bum..." That just sounds like no fun. I wouldn't be able to sleep either...
Love you!!
Poor guy! He's (and you) had a rough week all in all. Amazed how he finds words to express himself! Love MOM
Cute!
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