Sunday, February 28, 2010

Pop goes the weasel

My daughter (again) did not go to bed happily tonight. She's been crying and screaming for the past 15 minutes or so because she wants us to keep coming in to put her blankie back on her just so (it has to cover her hand, her sippy, her baby, and her cat in the hat stuffed toy up to his red bow). She then takes it back off and cries for us again. So we stopped answering her call. She's tired and needs to sleep....

But now she has stopped crying, and I hear in a sad voice, "Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the weasel." We've been singing this all day, and both she and her baby sister have loved anticipating the "pop" at the end of the rhyme. Perhaps she's now trying to revisit the happy moments of the day, back when her mommy and daddy cared about her and didn't ignore her and make her go to bed by herself....


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