So E is upstairs in her bath...and she is sing-songing to herself with her Paw Patrol Pups and her Sesame Street bath book and you know...bubble time.
The hubs has taken the two older children out to H's bball practice. It's just me and E. So I start thinking about when how when my younger sister was this age I used to hear her around the apartment mating her Snoopy dolls. She was 3 or 4 and we had Anne. J Morley as our nanny. Anne liked her soaps so my little sister was always watching Ryan's Hope or Days of Our Lives or General Hospital.
Consequently, both of her Snoopy dolls could be caught in flagrante delicto. And saying things to each other. Like You'd better hide in the closet because my husband forgot his keys!and I (older sis at nine years) would just be like strolling through the hallway listening and then stop suddenly like WHAAAT?
Snoopy and Miss Snoopy would do some seriously bad things to each other (as acted out on Day of Our Lives) so Miss Snoopy would be like fastening her lingerie while Mr. Snoopy was looking through the curtain
So the point is... they have this whole spiel. And its normal for 3 year olds to play act and figure out scenarios . Hysterical. So what gets me is that H did not speak until she was four years old. So I never had that. Like what the F was going on with that and it could be a major contributing factor to my first divorce. It's very tough to raise kids with special needs. And then you throw Ted in the wake. It's kind of confusing.
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