Yesterday felt VERY heavy, I can’t and won’t pretend it wasn’t. Thankfully, there was a little funny at the end of the day that I’m choosing to remember over my grief and discomfort.
After the kids went to bed, we were chatting a bit in the living room before we started our post-bedtime supper. Out of nowhere, Waverly started crying. She sounded really mad, which isn’t unheard of. Laela will chat with her, and sing and play and interact, until she won’t. She’ll quit completely out of nowhere, and it makes Wavy SO mad. So I assumed that was happening, and no one rushed in there. But her crying got louder and longer, and she was yelling something we couldn’t quite understand. We thought maybe we were wrong about the situation, so Brady headed in.
*sigh*
Forts.
She was crying
because
she wanted
a fort.
🙄
We laughed at her, and she stopped crying as soon as her concern was addressed, even though the answer was “no.” What an adorkable little girl, though, to cry for a fort. I’m a fan.