Right now, K & O seem to have two –and only two– major concerns about Baby Sister. But they are serious, grave concerns. They are:
1) That I will “pee pee on her when she is getting born”
2) That I will “let her come out before she is ready to get born”
Yesterday, in the bathroom of the grocery store, both of these concerns were at monumental levels. The three of us (K, O, H) were in a single stall together. K & O peed, then it was my turn. As is the usual routine, I sat there peeing as K & O both stood, less then a foot away, all serious looks on their faces, observing me pee (their fascination that “girls pee sitting down” continues in full force). Suddenly, Kyle got a look of utter panic on his face: “DON’T LET BABY SISTER COME OUT MOMMY!!! SHE’S NOT READY TO GET BORN YET! SHE’S TOO LITTLE! DON’T LET HER OUT!!!!!!!!!” Then Owen was struck with panic too: “DON’T PEE ON HER! MOMMY, DO NOT PEE PEE ON HER!!!!!!!” I said, “I won’t guys, I won’t pee on her, and I won’t let her come out, don’t worry.” But by now the panic was intense. They continued: “Don’t pee on her! Don’t let her out! MOMMY!!! Be CAREFUL!!!!!!!” I was saying, “Don’t worry guys! Don’t worry! I’m the mommy, it is my job to take care of her, don’t worry!” Their voices became increasingly raised to the point that both of them were so loud that they surely couldn’t hear anything I was saying to try to calm them down. Their attitude can only be described as an entirely-concerned-big-brothers… and totally 100% protective— to the Nth degree. In that moment, neither of them could have cared less about me. It was all about Baby Sister. I can only imagine what the other ladies outside our stall (using/waiting for the restroom) were thinking!!*@!?!!! And I can only imagine what poor ‘Baby Sister’ will be going through when she’s, oh, about 14, and they’re, oh, about 18?!!!!!!!!*!@!?!!!!!!!!