Shewiff

Last night was quite a sad scene. Finn had stubbornly insisted on taking Jammie's car to school with him, and then left it there by accident. In the evening, we read stories and then the boys were told it was sleepytime. Both hopped off the couch, and seemed to be marching off to bed, ready and willing. Then Finn turned around, and said, "Jammie's car." It was a statement, but it had the air of decidedness about it that made it clear we were expected to deliver said car promptly. After many tears, we managed to convince Finn to go to bed with a different van. For the next twenty minutes or so, there was quiet sniffling from their bedroom, and then frank crying. I went in to check on them, in time to hear Liam whispering, "You left it at school, Finn. It's okay." Sure enough, he was quietly crying, "Jammie's car." After even more tears, and a pathetic attempt to give him Doc Hudson to sleep with, he went to sleep.

Fast forward to 4am, when loud crying woke the rest of us up. I go in to the boys' room and Finn cries out softly, "Shewiff." It is 4am, and I am in no mood to go and search through the cars for Sheriff. This is getting ridiculous. I press his van back into Finn's hand, kiss Liam, and go back to bed.

We must break this habit.