I recently borrowed a modern version of the classic fairy tale, the Princess and the Pea. It's a silly fairy tale, about a princess who proves she IS a princess by being unable to sleep when one pea is inserted way down in her pile of mattresses. She is so sensitive to that teeny tiny bump that she is awake all night.
A few days ago, I took Daniel and a couple kids to Save-A-Lot, and then (since we were in the neighborhood) to Kevin's aunt's house. He was his usual, happy, smiley little self all the way, sometimes cooing, sometimes quiet, sometimes asleep.
When we got into Aunt P's house, I pulled Daniel out of his car seat. 20 minutes later, I went over to put him in his seat and discovered...a marble. Nestled in his car seat. No idea how it got there, but OUR little guy wasn't distressed at all about a marble poking him in the bottom. He was happy as a clam. He was tough. He was strong. That's OUR little prince.
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