Sleepers were on clearance last week at Wal Mart, so I bought some a size or two up for the kids. Ruby was digging through the groceries when I got home and she pulled out one sleeper with a zebra print.
“Ruby sleeper?” She asked me.
“Yes, those are for you.”
“If you want.”
So I helped her trying on a hilariously large zebra sleeper, and she was enthralled. She ran into the room where Sherman had just woken from his nap and said, “Look, Sherman! Zebra!”
She insisted on sleeping in that sleeper that night, and when Kyle put it on her she ran around to every body in the house declaring, “Look at me! Look at me!”
That night she peed through her diaper and needed a new sleeper. While Kyle was pulling off her prized zebra sleeper, she wailed, “No no sleeper! No no sleeper!” (Don’t take off the sleeper.) She was not happy to have a dry sleeper if it meant the zebra one was gone.
Ruby has gotten into a game on my phone called Survive! Mola! Mola! which is about a fish that eats smaller fish and grows bigger. It’s simple enough that Ruby taught me how to play it. “Touch this” (the shrimp, sardines, etc., that the Mola eats) “Fish eat.” (The fish eats it.) Repeat.
Today Ruby was playing it while I put Sherman down for a nap, and when I came back I heard the music of the game and saw a lump hiding under a blanket.
“Mommy?” Ruby says.
“I’m hiding under blanket.”
“Thanks for telling me. I never would have found you otherwise.”