When I got home last night, Brigid was playing out in our front yard with two of the neighbor boys, including the two and a half year old next-door neighbor that she's been referring to as her 'boyfriend' for almost a year, now. Whenever those two get together, each one of them tries to scheme their way into the other kid's house, because, you know...it's always better to play in someone else's house with toys that you don't have access to on a daily basis.
But because we were closing in on bath and bedtimes for both kids, I left Steve to stop Brigid from pestering Mrs. Neighbor, while I took Caitlin in for the night. Brigid, of course, came home sobbing because we'd dared to stop her from doing something she wanted to do, even though we promised she'd be able to play with her friend again today.
And I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing that whole incident had something to do with her telling us, while getting a bath later in the evening, that she wanted to go live with our neighbors now. And when Steve told her that we would miss her if she left, and that poor baby Caitlin would be sad without her big sister?
'I'm going to miss baby Caitlin.'
So. Yeah. Guess that settles that, then...
(Also, there was that moment this weekend when Brigid claims Steve said it was ok to kiss a boy when she turns five, apparently having missed the 'thirty' part of that conversation. And this little story will someday be used to explain to Brigid why we locked her up in a convent at such a young age. The end.)
I really don't know why you are so mean to that girl. I mean, if you just let her do whatever she wanted all the time, she would be so much happier.
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