Aug 31 2012
While accompanying the daughter to bed, I took the husband’s bolster to hug.
She: Mommy! That’s Daddy’s bolster!!!
Me: It’s okay. Mommy can use the bolster too…
She: No Mommy!! We cannot snatch! We must share!! We must ask nicely!!!
Me: ….. (to the husband) Daddy, can I use the bolster… PLEASE?
He: (holding back laughter) Yes.
Me: (to the daughter) Happy?
She: Yes. (as she settles back onto the pillow to sleep)
… And I’m very sure I was the one who paid for that bolster. *argh*