The other day, the elder kids re-enacted once of my favorite Dr. Seuss books. Which one, you ask? Was it Green Eggs and Ham? Had Lucy decided that the lump of mashed potatoes on her plate wasn’t actually made out of distilled evil and she gave it a try? We could never be that lucky. No, instead our little ones turned into little Sneetches on the Beaches as they argued about their dolls.
Rocky: “I WANT LUUUUUUUCY’S BABY,” he wails as Lucy pulls her naked baby from his hands.
Me: “Buddy, your baby is right here. Here you go.”
ROCKY: “But mine doesn’t have letters,” he says, pushing out his upper lip.
ROCKY:”MINE DOESN’T HAVE LEEEEETTTTTERRRS,” he cries, throwing his hands down on the table where we all sat.
I then realized he was talking about the words “Corolle” that were printed across Lucy’s baby’s tummy. His, sadly, had none. Yes, his baby was vastly superior due to the text on her tummy. Otherwise they were virtually identical.
Me: “But Rock, look. Your baby is water proof. Lucy’s isn’t.”
Lucy: “I want a water proof baby,” she says, bursting into tears.
“Seriously? You know, you guys can just switch.”