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December 21, 2005

Tragicomic

"I go upstairs."

"You want to go upstairs, Frances?"

"Yeah! I bring orange."

"No, your toy orange stays down here."

"I bring cup!"

"No, sweetheart. Your stacking cups live down here."

"I bring CAN!"

"No, baby. That's mummy's can. It's too heavy and cold for you. Mummy will bring it upstairs."

Tears began to well. "I bring CAN!"

"Sweetie, no, that's Mummy's drink. Mummy has to bring it upstairs."

Frances began to sob.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry, but no. Would you like to bring your owl upstairs?"

"Yeah." She grabbed the owl and tucked it under her chin. "I bring CAN!"

"No, honey. That's Mummy's can. Mummy will bring up the can, and you bring up the owl."

Still sobbing. "I bring CAN! I bring CAN!" The owl is thrown to the ground.

"Baby, no, you can't bring the can. How about Elmo? Would you like to bring Elmo upstairs?"

Sniffling. "Yeah!"

"OK. You give Elmo a good hug, and I'll carry you while you carry Elmo. There. And I have my can too."

"I bring Elmo." She tucks him under her chin.

"OK. Good idea."


Posted by Andrea at December 21, 2005 9:34 PM under Beanie Baby Brags

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Oh, such a sweetie. I had such a love/hate relationship with that early "I can do it MYSELF" phase. Now I mostly love it.

Posted by: liz at December 21, 2005 10:20 PM

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Aw, adorable. Although Elmo is a minor substitute for CAN, I am glad she was able to be comforted :)

Posted by: Running2Ks at December 22, 2005 11:54 AM

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