Introducing: Jay-TON!
Lucy, for probably 6 months now you've talked about your "brother" Jay-Ton. You named him this made up name and use it every time. He seems to be around a lot, except for when you randomly report that he's in Florida or at work (he works in Florence.) He's sometimes 3 and sometimes 76. He seems to be responsible fairly often when things get broken or misplaced or messy. You call over your shoulder, "Come on, brother," as you head out the door. You play-fight with him, and you "aww" him when he says something nice. When I try to explain something like, "Jay-Ton doesn't need his own sandwich," you reply, outraged, "Mama! Be nice!" You are so very precious that, even though I'm a bit of a skeptic, I'm warming up to Jay-Ton. After all, I did tuck him in tonight. :)
Lucy, for probably 6 months now you've talked about your "brother" Jay-Ton. You named him this made up name and use it every time. He seems to be around a lot, except for when you randomly report that he's in Florida or at work (he works in Florence.) He's sometimes 3 and sometimes 76. He seems to be responsible fairly often when things get broken or misplaced or messy. You call over your shoulder, "Come on, brother," as you head out the door. You play-fight with him, and you "aww" him when he says something nice. When I try to explain something like, "Jay-Ton doesn't need his own sandwich," you reply, outraged, "Mama! Be nice!" You are so very precious that, even though I'm a bit of a skeptic, I'm warming up to Jay-Ton. After all, I did tuck him in tonight. :)
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