So the other day my three year old climbs up into my lap and says “I’m sad about babydoll.” (he has two dolls, a long-haired babydoll, and a blond boy cabbage patch doll).
I reply,”Why are you sad about babydoll?”
In a sad little voice he says “I want to hug her.”
I say “Well, where is she?”
“She’s in the bedroom.”
“Well, then go get her.”
He leaps off my lap, runs down the hallway, then returns a minute later with both babydoll and cabbage patch, climbs back into my lap and says “I want you to hug us.”
“Okay, I’ll hug all three of you.”
And I did. And he was one happy little boy, with two dolls, on his mama’s lap.
