Lauryn seems to become extra needy at dinner preparation time. All kinds of requests are made as soon as I make my way into the kitchen. So I've begun asking the boys to help her:
"Ryan, can you turn on Lauryn's light for her?"
"Dylan, will you show Lauryn where her crayons are?"
"Ryan, can you please help Lauryn get her sandal on so she can go in the backyard with you?"
Well, today I realized I might be taking it a little too far.
Lauryn stubbed her toe (barely touched it but to her it was a minor tragedy) right as I was trying to get hot baked potatoes out of the crock pot. (Great way to make baked potatoes by the way.) So I said:
"Dylan, can you kiss Lauryn's toe and make her boo-boo better?"
I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING. I asked my four-year-old to kiss his two-year-old sister's toe. A likely stinky toe, dirty from backyard play while adorned in sandals. And as the words came out of my mouth, requesting that he kiss said stinky toe, I was completely serious. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. And maybe I had. Maybe I had.
It very easy for me to imagine Miss Lauryn (with a very sly smile) sticking her foot in Dylan's face saying...."Bubba Kiss my boo-boo".