One night fairly recently, we had a sitter over for the first time in a while. Not, of course, that we were going anywhere together, since it is scarcely to hoped for that we might leave the house together after 7 PM, but we both had engagements that had to be kept.
Since Jamie is a little high maintenance as regards the bedtime routine (I'm putting it gently)and we weren't going to be late coming home, we figured we'd put Connor to bed and let Jamie and the sitter, Jen, watch the Cars movie until we got back. This, to be quite clear, is Citizen Kane, The Godfather and Star Wars all rolled into one for Jamie and can be watched over and over. We told him that we were bringing a friend over to watch the movie with him and that he would need to tell her all about it. So by the time she came, he was very excited about this viewing and his responsibility. When Jen got upstairs however, Jamie looked at her and then looked behind her and all around and said "Where's the little girl?" Must remember "friend" for Jamie usually signifies someone about 3 feet high.
Anyway, he began breathlessly filling Jen in on every detail of the movie, explaining the various characters, their personal histories, motivations and various intertwining plot strands. Literally mid-breath, however, he stopped and asked: "Jen, if I do a poopy, do you know how to clean my bottom?" Our James, you see, has recently mastered the potty, and so takes the matter very seriously.
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So, Jamie had a friend come over to keep him company and watch CARS!
Have we been replaced?
Claire
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