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more child shenanigans, these courtesy of my BFF’s 3-year-old daughter.
So we were in Montreal, and we couldn’t get a suite or whatever, so we were in separate hotel rooms. One can’t leave children that small alone in hotel rooms, so we had to all hang out in one room until the kids just got too tired.
It was getting late, for toddlers, and the girl was looking pretty sleepy-eyed. To entice her to perhaps lie down, her father went and got into one of the beds. (We’re close enough friends that this is not particularly odd; he has a terrible case of FOMO as an adult and often won’t leave parties, but just falls asleep on the couch during a party, so this is the sort of thing he’d actually do even without the kids to worry about.)
“Dad could use some snuggles,” BFF, the kid’s mom, said to the girl, hoping to encourage her. 3YO looked at her father, contemplated the bed, and then went over to him, and climbed in with him.
“Aww,” we all said, and she snuggled in next to him, and spent a while getting comfortable, arranging various toys and such. She likes to snuggle with various of her stuffed animals and dolls and such when she sleeps, which always lasts like five minutes until she rolls over and knocks them all out, but that’s just how that sort of thing works.
After a moment, she got up and went and retrieved another doll, and got back into the bed. There was more snuggling about, and finding a comfortable position, and then after another few moments of this, she wriggled out of the bed.
She’d brought him the dolls to snuggle with so he wouldn’t be lonely, and she intended on rejoining the party.
“I’m not tired,” she explained, as we all regarded her in some dumbfoundedness. Duh, she did not say, but clearly thought.
more child shenanigans, these courtesy of my BFF’s 3-year-old daughter.
So we were in Montreal, and we couldn’t get a suite or whatever, so we were in separate hotel rooms. One can’t leave children that small alone in hotel rooms, so we had to all hang out in one room until the kids just got too tired.
It was getting late, for toddlers, and the girl was looking pretty sleepy-eyed. To entice her to perhaps lie down, her father went and got into one of the beds. (We’re close enough friends that this is not particularly odd; he has a terrible case of FOMO as an adult and often won’t leave parties, but just falls asleep on the couch during a party, so this is the sort of thing he’d actually do even without the kids to worry about.)
“Dad could use some snuggles,” BFF, the kid’s mom, said to the girl, hoping to encourage her. 3YO looked at her father, contemplated the bed, and then went over to him, and climbed in with him.
“Aww,” we all said, and she snuggled in next to him, and spent a while getting comfortable, arranging various toys and such. She likes to snuggle with various of her stuffed animals and dolls and such when she sleeps, which always lasts like five minutes until she rolls over and knocks them all out, but that’s just how that sort of thing works.
After a moment, she got up and went and retrieved another doll, and got back into the bed. There was more snuggling about, and finding a comfortable position, and then after another few moments of this, she wriggled out of the bed.
She’d brought him the dolls to snuggle with so he wouldn’t be lonely, and she intended on rejoining the party.
“I’m not tired,” she explained, as we all regarded her in some dumbfoundedness. Duh, she did not say, but clearly thought.
