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Inventory

The following items are present in the bed with The Young Prince this evening as we attempt to get him to fall asleep:

  1. Pillow
  2. Soft Blanket
  3. Quilt, not so soft
  4. Snowman Flannel Sheet Set
  5. Hasenpfeffer the Bunny
  6. Timmy the Sheep
  7. Magic Wand
  8. Toy Helicopter
  9. Tambourine*
  10. Snuggle the Bear (Promotional toy from our last trip to the grocery store)
  11. Woody the Cowboy (Talking)*
  12. Buzz the Spaceman (Also talking, in both English and Spanish, and playing sound effects, and flashing laser beams)*
  13. One copy of One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish

I swear that somewhere under his bed is a horde of other toys, because occasionally we hear something that wasn’t accounted for as he drifts off to sleep.  I’m amazed there’s still room for Boo.

*Hell hath no wrath as a set of aunts whose childless sister, who has been giving their kids obnoxious presents for years, suddenly has a child of her own.

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6 Comments

  1. Unknown's avatar

    LOL, and without ALL of them he probably won't got to sleep, right?

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  2. Unknown's avatar

    Not quietly, and certainly not quickly.

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  3. Unknown's avatar

    The Biscuit is the same way – has to have a menagerie of animals, blankets to the ceiling and the favorite doll(s) of the day… fortunately she's tiny!

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  4. Unknown's avatar

    You should see what's on Baby Girl G.'s bed. 48 pillows, 73 books, 36 blankets, 185 stuffed animals, and one small but cute female child.

    Sometimes.

    (she escapes)

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  5. Unknown's avatar

    The oldest has a plethora of junk that has to be there. Sometimes I think I can get away with sneaking stuff out of the pile. I am always tragically wrong.

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  6. Unknown's avatar

    My girls tend to vacillate between one or two favorite “friends,” and piling so many on the bed that it's hard to find my kid.

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