Preceding his falling asleep, his dad took pity on him, covered him with a blanket and cuddled next to him. Before this, he was screaming and tantruming so much so that big brother and mom finally went upstairs to read bedtime stories without him (we tried reading stories with him, but he kept getting offended by our every move). Before this, he'd gotten his fingers smashed by the bathroom door even though he was warned about 5 million times to NEVER PLAY WITH DOORS (at least the threat that he'd get his fingers cut off didn't hold true this time).
And before this, we developed this game during our walk up the canyon where we kind of teased/tortured him to get him to finish the trail. Josh can't stand to lose a race, but unfortunately Andrew has longer legs and can ALWAYS outrun him. So I told Andrew to let Josh run ahead of him, then he could run to catch up to Josh, but he couldn't outrun him. So Josh would run, Andrew would wait until he got ahead a good distance, then he'd run to catch up to him. Josh would scream and yell, "Andrew! you're a poo poo!" Andrew would freeze. Josh would freeze. When I caught up to them both, I'd say, "Josh, I'm going to win the race.." Then Josh would start running again, and we'd just repeat the game until we got to the end of the trail.
Our middlest child just can't catch a break, can't he?
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Its tough to be the middle child.
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