I don't care how you slice it.
It's been cold here. Bitterly cold for our southern roots. They wither in it. So, we've been spending an insane amount of time indoors. The kids don't like it, I don't like it, but its just a fact of life.
The boys have been watching movies on our free movie channels after school. Yes, I monitor to make sure they aren't watching trash. Yesterday they were watching Jurassic Park while I worked on a new project. Millie came in and wanted to snuggle up to Oot Oot (Tucker's new name for Gavin).
I heard, and I kid you not:
Millie, you can't sit with me if you're going to suck your thumb.
Pardon me? What? This coming from a kid who wouldn't give up his pacifier until he was 3?!?
I interjected, excuse me ... why can't she sit with you if she sucks her thumb?
It's bad for her mom! She needs to stop!
I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you'd gotten your PhD in Child Psychology right out of kindergarten.
Needless to say, the diva was not happy with being discriminated against and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs ...
YOU LET ME SIT THERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!
Oot Oot promptly moved over and the princess settled her thumb sucking tush right in beside him.
Rosa Parks would be proud. Score 1 for thumb suckers everywhere!