So I was doing an overnight shift last night and I desperately wanted an hours sleep before I went in.
The Boy did not feel the same way. He cried and screamed then cried some more.
me: What do you want?
Boy: *pathetic whimpers and pointing at the book case*
me: ok fine here is three books. Night, night.
More cries and yelling that no ear plug can effectively block from any mothers ears.
me: WHAT? DO? YOU? WANT? I need words here.
Boy: Book
(said in that self preservation chin trembling cute voice that babies are born with and pull out when they sense you are about to snap and sell them on Kijiji.)
me: fine
*note: this is my second overnight shift and the sleep deprivation is almost enough to desensitize me to the "cute voice"
Then I proceed to put every single book on his book shelves into his crib.
We both went to sleep.
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