Boo!

One night last week, when C was still in her crib, she woke up screaming and crying around 11:00 pm.  J was still up and went to see what the fuss was about.  "Pants!  Pants! I don't have any pants!" she railed at him.  She had picked a nightgown to sleep in and was apparently regretting her choice after several hours of sleep.

J moved to accommodate her because there is no reasoning with an irrational 2-year-old in the middle of the night.  You may as well tell a pregnant woman you ate the last of the ice cream.  J knows when to pick his battles.

What you need to know is that we moved all of C's clothes into A's room months ago to make room for Z's clothes in the nursery closet.  So J had to sneak into A's room for the very necessary pants.

J was rummaging around in the pajama drawer as stealthily as he could when A popped up from her perch on the top bunk and gave him a hearty, "Boo!"  I think she probably got a good payback for all the times he's pulled a similar stunt on her.