One afternoon, Oliver dragged himself to the nursery and climbed into Charles bed. We found him hours later, sound asleep, sheets and clothing soaked. Jon was very frustrated. He woke up Oliver and said, "why didn't you get into your own bed?" Oliver's mattress is covered in plastic, and Charles' is not. Oliver mumbled some vague response about not wanting to mess up his own bed. I'm guessing he just didn't have the energy to put on a pull-up. Jon pulled Oliver off the bed and he stood there soaked and dejected while Jon stripped the bedding and carried it downstairs to the washer.
I went over to Oliver and began pulling off his clothes. He looked at me mournfully and said," It is very hard to be small, because whenever you go to sleep, you pee."
In other news, Charles lost a tooth. I had to yank it out after two meals of hearing him fuss that he couldn't eat with the loose tooth. I took all I could, then escorted him to the den, where napkin in hand I pulled the tooth. Charles was a bit panicked, but also curious. The front root on the little tooth was ridiculously long, and clearly to blame for causing such problems. Charles received $12 from his Mormor, and I bought him a wallet to hold the money. Oliver received a wallet and a couple dollars too, and when I say we are heading to the Capitol, everyone is eager to offer their money for parking. :-)
Now I get to park in legislative parking so parking is finally free!!
