A few years back the FP Gal found a stuffed animal white tiger and bought it for me. It's about three times the size of a house cat and has a somewhat serious look on it's face. It has lived up on the third floor, away from baby and other cats. On Thursday I brought it down for Relia.
She so wants to hug the cats and (not surprisingly) they won't let her. I thought that she could happily hug the tiger and everyone would be happy. Well...not so much. She sometimes wants to pet it and kiss it but mostly just wants it to be in the right place.
Which means that it should not be in the tent. And not on mommy's chair. And definitely not in the baby carriage. This also means that sometimes a new place is added and a tearful Relia carries this tiger (roughly as big as herself) to you and demands that you do something about it.
She makes these rules of course. I just wish they were easier for the rest of us to understand.
1 comment:
Oh.... The rules. Poor thing.
I mean her, not you.
Well, both of you.
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