This morning, C was not a happy camper. I don’t know if she got poor sleep (I did, although I’m not sure why), if she wasn’t feeling well, or if she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. All I know is that nothing made her happy (especially when the cable went out in the middle of Tigger and Pooh), and she let us know all about it. I’ve never had such trouble just getting her in her carseat.

And then we got to her Mimi’s house, where she hangs out on Mondays. She was fine being there as long as I was there, but I couldn’t stay there forever. I ended up being a full thirty minutes late for work today, because C did not want me to leave.

I finally left her collapsed on the sidewalk and crying her eyes out. I nearly had to pull over and do likewise, it was so painful, but my mother (C’s Mimi) called me five minutes later and said that C cried for a minute and then looked up and said “boppy?”

I don’t know what we will do when it’s time – and it’s probably past time now – to get rid of the boppy. I dread that day.