I was changing M's diaper last night and she was crying and writhing around in irritation. She is at that squirrelly age where she doesn't want to be bothered being still for anything, not even personal hygiene. T was upstairs, but he heard the ruckus.
He came barreling downstairs, shouting, "NOT DIAPER CHANGE FOR MARDELLA." "LEAVE HER ALONE." "MARDELLA DOESN'T LIKE THAT." "BE NICE MOMMY!" "DIAPER MARDELLA CHANGE NOT!" His sentence structure, never very good anyway, got poorer and poorer the more irate he became.
By the time he got all the way downstairs, it was over and Mardella was walking around looking pleased as punch, picking up blocks and stacking them up.
2 comments:
Mardella has quite the protector in big brother T.
I'm sure she'll be "thrilled." :)
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